Words Alone
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David Wilcox
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When I¡¯m afraid of dying ashamed
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Of never doing what I¡¯m here for.
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I¡¯m afraid being afraid
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and wasting precious time.
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I¡¯m afraid growing so cold
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and closing off the love inside me
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I¡¯m afraid of just getting old
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And never getting wise
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(chorus)
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Here tonight a storm of another kind
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Where¡¯s the light I have known
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I have known
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Your lightning strikes born of another time
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Across these years you have shown
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By your words alone
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By your words alone
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By your words alone
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I don¡¯t even know how it starts
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too much fretting and forgetting.
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Something switches off in my heart
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and leaves me to my mind
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So I¡¯m reaching for your words in the dark
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to bring you here to shine your wisdom
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and all it takes is one sudden spark
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to leave this fear behind
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(chorus)
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You blaze this sacred trail I find
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(chorus)
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Words Alone
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David Wilcox |