| I started the day by the tree
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| Where the sea was of nothing
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| I was closer to God in my dreams
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| But still out of my head
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| When all of the leaves and the moments
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| Were in their way touching
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| A blanket of change and the listening
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| For what will be said
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| When all that I knew was the wind
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| And the faces before me
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| I spoke with the purpose and strength
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| Of a thousand young man
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| When the weight of the world
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| And their wolves were out there to destroy me
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| I stood in the grass on the hill
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| With my will to defend
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| This is the start of something
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| This is the end of who we were
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| The beginning of what we will be
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| This is the call to something
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| This is a chance at something pure
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| The only chance that we can see
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| When everything else disappears
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| We’ll live out our live beyond years
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| Where’s the forgiveness
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| We said would be written all over?
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| Where is the peace and the freedom
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| We said would be ours?
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| Have we been lost
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| In a dead winter whispering clover?
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| Can we get back to the truth
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| In the bees and the flowers? |