| It comes to me upon the strings
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| When I hear it when I sing
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| I can’t say it’s my creations
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| Staying patient what it brings?
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| Let me say I’m coming humble
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| I don’t know what’s right or wrong
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| I just keep keep on believing
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| Passing down an old old song
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| An old song
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| What everybody’s got that chapter
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| Of dark and darker days
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| Saturn seems to be returning
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| And his essence can’t be tamed
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| Some may light to fight it
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| Try to plan a secret attack
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| But the more you push it
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| The more it’s pushing you back
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| So
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| You can’t rush your healing
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| Darkness has its teachings
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| Love? |
| is never leaving
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| You can’t rush your healing
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| Your healing
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| Mama well she told me time
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| is such a wonderful gift
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| You’re not running out
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| You’re really running in
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| Confusion clouds the heart
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| but it also points the way
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| Quiet down the mind
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| The more the song will play
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| So
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| You can’t rush your healing
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| Darkness has its teachings
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| Love is never leaving
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| You can’t rush your healing
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| Your healing
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| Your healing
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| Your healing
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| Your healing
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| You can’t rush your healing
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| Darkness has its teachings
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| Love is never leaving
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| You can’t rush your healing |