| All these thoughts
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| They seem to be much better gone
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| Waiting at the footsteps of God
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| And all of you have to seem much better on
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| Chasing back the footsteps all lost
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| Our mind, has to wander on on
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| Heart is leaking in the right spot
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| Our minds, they seem better on
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| Waiting at the footsteps of God
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| And love, we seem better off
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| Chasing back the footsteps we lost
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| Oh, we’ve lost
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| Oh we’ve lost our way
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| Start over when we’ve been through
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| We’ve been through
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| And so have you
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| So have you
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| So have-
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| All the little hospitals come whisper in the dark
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| Medicine won’t help you if you have a broken heart
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| Swollen, swirling pistils pasting just like nature made
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| Life forms into colors forming shades that never fade
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| Swim across the apple then forget all of your days
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| This is where your sickness turns to everlasting praise |