you will never really know until
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youve learnt to lead
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never understand until youve sown the
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seed
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you can gather information with the
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will to read
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but youll never really know until
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youve sown the seed
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we live and learn to fly away
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travel through the clouds to fly
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away
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thought to save as blessins somedays
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learnt
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when tables turn and bridges soon
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then burn
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while the moral mans making trees
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from the gathered leaves
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we gather round the fire and smoke to
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sea
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for you will never know where some
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ideas can lead
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you will never know until youve sown
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the seed
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the sea
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way beyond the fond old river
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(way beyond the fond old river)
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Paint is bled to form the shiver
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shiver
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(shiver shiver shiver)
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while the metal gathers moss
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(while the metal gathers moss)
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and you standing on the gloss.well
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we seem to only really know of these
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ways to feed
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microwave our meals the oranges
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we peel
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you can know the station by the sign
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you read
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but youll never really know until
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youve learnt to lead
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we live and learn to fly away
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travel through the clouds to find
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your way
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thought to save as blessins somedays
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learnt
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when thunder turns can blossom soon
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be earned?
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while the feral mans making trees
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from the gathered leaves
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we gathered round the fire and smoked
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the sea
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for you will never know where some
|
ideas can lead
|
you will never know until youve sown
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the seed
|
|
way beyond the fond old river
|
(way beyond the fond old river)
|
Paint is bled to form the shiver
|
shiver
|
(shiver shiver shiver)
|
while the metal gathers moss
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(while the metal gathers moss)
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and you standing on the gloss.well
|
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we had. we had admired to fly away
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we had. we had admired to fly away
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again
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we had we had admired the flight to
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far away again
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now those lakes are stains. drained
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and gone
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the leaves they float and somedays
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they do turn
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within that hole under sea
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way past the shell
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now you can see
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beyond those trees
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and tears could be ridden
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ignore the din of pained paper clones
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though
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Way Beyond The Fond Old River
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Sikth |