Child of fear, child of anger
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Traveler on the open road
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An ancient car she bought
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with money that he gave her
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When he died, oh oh
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That was the only thing he ever gave her
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Except for failing eyes and curly hair
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And I did not believe that
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I could ever really save her
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Though I tried, I swear
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And if I traveled fifty lifetimes
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Through every country of the world
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I don't believe I'd ever find myself
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A more enchanting girl
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A more enchanting girl
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We made it through the wintertime unscathed
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Talked all night and slept away the days
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And though she had no faith to speak of
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Her silhouette looked saved
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Fading light of day
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And if I traveled fifty lifetimes…
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Saw her by the roadside,
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we went for a slow ride
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As I awoke from sleeping
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I knew that she was gone
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Well they say what does not kill you
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makes you stronger
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Let's just say she gave me lots of strength
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She offered love as fleeting as a lifetime
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only longer
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In a way, I said...
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If I traveled fifty lifetimes...
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Fifty Lifetimes
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| The Gathering Field |
