| Outside somewhere the shadows roll.
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| I only know what I am told.
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| So hurry slowly all of you.
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| So hurry slowly through the truth!
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| Our grooves are set in another life.
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| An open trail of falling signs…
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| Uncertainty but all mine.
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| Don’t be the hand that takes,
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| Lulls my forest serenade.
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| Don’t be the hand that pulls,
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| Different aims from different bows.
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| Through mist and sun and gales and showers
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| No season to where my love begins.
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| But maybe I’m not ready for.
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| But maybe you weren’t ready for!
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| The big wheel trips you up inside.
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| Nothing can trip a changing sign…
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| Uncertainty but not mine.
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| Don’t be the hand that takes,
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| Lulls my forest serenade.
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| Don’t be the hand that pulls,
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| Different aims from different bows.
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| Don’t be the hand that takes!
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| Lulls my forest serenade!
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| Just let me be there one more time.
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| We’ll go together one last time.
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| There may be other chances, but I,
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| Know darker thoughts, seep in, and overtake…
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| Don’t be the hand that takes,
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| Lulls my forest serenade.
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| Don’t be the hand that pulls,
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| Different aims from different bows.
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| Don’t be the hands that takes,
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| Lulls my forest serenade.
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| Don’t be the curtain call,
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| Another cursed gathering ball.
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| Don’t be the hand that takes!
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| Lulls my forest serenade! |