| I was holding on to a branch in the river, so scared of letting go
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| And praying only that someone would stop the flow
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| I heard a voice like the sound of an ocean — above the river’s rush
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| A song as old as the world, and my heart was hushed
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| And I could hear it calling to me
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| «Let go now, it’ll be ok
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried away
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| Let go of all your certainty
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried to me»
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| Still I clung to that branch in the river, white-knuckled, terrified
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| All of my life I’d been warned that the waters lied
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| Something changed as the flood rose around me and washed away my fear
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| An echo rose from within — it was crystal clear
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| And I could hear it calling to me
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| «Let go now, it’ll be ok
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried away
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| Let go of all your certainty
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried to me»
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| So let it go
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| You’re holding on to that branch in the river, so scared of letting go
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| You’re praying only that someone would stop the flow
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| But hear the voice, it’s a chorus in motion — conflate the I and we
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| Weaving along with the song of the endless sea
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| The song that’s always calling to you
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| «Let go now, it’ll be ok
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried away
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| Let go of all your certainty
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| Let go, and let yourself be carried to me» |