| These blistering moments to focus within
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| On diving in unknown waters so clear
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| The sun reflects in the stream that has been
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| Left by the winter, this place that I’m in
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| Little devils are pestering me
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| Birds in trees are observing
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| Drowning in rain, between the clouds
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| A place so lonely, it’s perfect to be
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| The air so true to me
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| In the remains of the past
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| a flower is blooming
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| I will take good care
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| It’s the drive that I bare
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| On the surface between the mystery trees and the dirt
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| The air so confident
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| The air so honest to me
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| The waters color red
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| The trees lay down their lives
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| Rocks will rise again
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| to keep me strong and bound, in this flight
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| It’s quiet all around
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| Except for in my head
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| It’s spinning me around
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| It is only making me mad |