Was losing all my friends.
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Was losing them to drinking and to driving.
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Was losing all my friends, but I got them back.
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I am on the mend.
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At least now I can say that I am trying.
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And I hope you will forget things I still lack.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Is it in you now,
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To bear to hear the truth that you have spoken
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Twisted up by knaves,
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To make a trap for fools?
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Is it in you now,
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To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
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And stoop then build them up with worn out tools?
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah, yeah, oh.
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Yeah.
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Nothing gets so bad,
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A whisper from your father couldn't fix it.
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He whispers like a bridge, it's a river spanned.
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Take all that you have,
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And turn it into something you would miss if
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Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah, yeah, oh.
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Yeah.
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No time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
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It takes a while to grow anything,
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
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Before you put my body in the cold ground,
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Take some time and warm it with your hands,
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
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It's coming to an end, yeah.
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(It's coming to an end.)
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Do you miss the blend,
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Of color she left in your black and white field?
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Do you feel condemned just for being there?
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I am not your friend.
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I am just a man who knows how to feel.
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I am not your friend.
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I'm not your lover.
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I'm not your family.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah, yeah, oh.
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Yeah.
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No time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
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It takes a while to grow anything,
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
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Sowing Season
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Brand New |