| She caught the melting sky
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| It burned but still the winter passes by and by
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| To the other side
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| A slow parade of wind that blows through trees that wilted
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| With the season’s children
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| Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
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| Do we live in fear or faith?
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| Tell me now, who’s behind the rain?
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| A maze of tangled grace
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| The symptoms of «for real» are crumbling from embrace
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| But still we chase…
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| The shadows of belief
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| A new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls
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| Are we ashamed of our own fate?
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| Or play the fool for our own sake?
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| Tell me who’s behind the rain?
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| What do we need?
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| Where do we go when we get where we don’t know?
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| Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
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| When faith’s our shelter from the cold?
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| What do we need?
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| Where do we go when we get where we don’t know?
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| Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
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| When faith’s our shelter from the cold?
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| Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away without you
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| Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away without you
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| Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away… away
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| Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away
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| Quicksand Jesus I need you
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| Quicksand Jesus I believe you
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| Quicksand Jesus I’m so far away |