| As we sailed away from grace
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| Packed our bags and left this place
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| Yours was the only face I had to fear
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| I come find us in the night
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| Laying cut up on the ice
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| Your lonely voice was ringing in my ear
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| Singing glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| Well, I knew it couldn’t be so hard all the time
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| Oh, glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| When I hear that whistle blowing, I wanna die
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| Now, whatever comes to pass
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| Be it fleeting or should it last
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| I’d follow your call most anywhere
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| A rolling stone gathers no moss
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| But that don’t mean it can’t get lost
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| So take me by the hand and lead me there
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| Singing glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| Well, I knew it couldn’t be so hard all the time
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| Oh, glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| Till when I hear that whistle blowing, I wanna die
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| Oh, glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| Well, I knew it couldn’t be so hard all the time
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| Oh, glory, Hallelujah
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| It gets easier
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| So when I hear that whistle blowing, I wanna die
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| Lay me down here in the grass
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| Should this day prove our last
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| Let’s take a little something with us before we go
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| Would it have to be so bad
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| To give us everything we ask
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| Tell me you forgive me if just for show |