Ring the verse, let it in, said softly begin
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If it feels like the first time, don't let it end
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because it wonders by like something that could have been
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If I were to write this song that could penetrate your ears
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Would it calm your trembling soul?
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Would it ease your every fear?
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Can we go back to the place where we all used to see through
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Everything blinding us. Now you don't understand anything
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anymore and you shiver at the sight...
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You're afraid to show that you're only so human tonight
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Could the song solve all our problems?
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Could it have the strength to heal?
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Or would it cripple and destroy
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And leave nothing unrevealed?
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Might it uproot every lie
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And force us all to cower
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underneath this tremendous weight
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And in the wake of all its power
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Can we go back tot he place where we all used to see through
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Everything blinding us. Now you don't understand anything
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Anymore you shiver at the sight...
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You're afraid to show that you're only so human tonight
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Oh, did you know, did you know
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Did you know better?
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Don't you know, don't you know
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Don't you know better?
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Don't you know, don't you know
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Don't you know better?
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Don't you know that
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You shiver at the sight...
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You're afraid to show that you're only so human tonight
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If I were to write the song that could somehow change the world...
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Would it be a calm surrender
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Or a fight to the death?
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Would it give something to live for
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Would we give our final breath?
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Would it be a roaring opera
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Or sweet as a child's kiss?
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Would it sound like all the others
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Or would it sound something like this?
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I feel the pastures growing green
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I feel the waves
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They come, they come all over me
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I feel the pastures growing green
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I feel the waves
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They're coming over me
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And everything's all right
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And everything's all right
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I hear the others wondering where I've been
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I hear my mother
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She's worried sick
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And I hear the others wondering where I've been
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I hear my mother
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She's worried sick
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And then she weathers me and holds me to my own
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She mothers me and keeps me hanging on
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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I'll get through this
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In the Southern, the air will keep you warm
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In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone
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In the Southern, the air will keep you warm
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In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone
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And I've been wondering about that change
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And I, I, and I've been wondering about that change
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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But I'll get through this
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Will you?
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And I'll get through this
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If I Were To Write This Song
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