| I was running down the road
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| The fear was all I knew
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| I was looking for a soul that’s real
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| Then I ran into you
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| And that cherry blossom tree
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| Was a gateway to the sun
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| And friendship, once it’s won
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| It’s won… it’s won
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| Northside just across the river to the Southside
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| That’s a long way here
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| All the green and all the gold
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| The hurt you hide, the joy you hold
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| The foolish pride that gets you out the door
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| Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road
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| Sleepwalking down the road
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| Not waking from these dreams
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| ‘Cause it’s never dead, it’s still my head
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| It was a warzone in my teens
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| I’m still standing on that street
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| Still need an enemy
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| The worst ones I can’t see
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| You can… you can
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| Northside just across the river from the Southside
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| That’s a long way here
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| All the green and all the gold
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| The hurt you hide and the joy you hold
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| The foolish pride that sends you back for more
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| Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road
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| If the door is open it isn’t theft
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| You can’t return to where you’ve never left
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| Blossoms falling from a tree, they cover you and cover me
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| Symbols clashing, Bibles smashing
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| Paint the world you need to see
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| Sometimes fear is the only place that we can call our home
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| Cedarwood Road
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| And a heart that is broken
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| Is a heart that is open, open, open |