Wait for the light to come back on,
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You seem lost. Your back against the wall.
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It¡¯s cold outside, it is winter in your heart,
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Your eyes go blind. You are shrouded in a fog.
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So can we change or is this surrender?
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I once loved your grace, and the innocence that
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Fell from you like leaves spiral off October trees,
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You know I love you, what else do you want from me?
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The wind cuts through and it chills me to the bone,
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The sunlight feels like a ghost it¡¯s so far gone,
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A sad, old song keeps on ringing in my head,
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The darkest time seems to be the miles ahead.
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So can we change, or is this surrender?
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I once loved your grace, and the innocence that
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Fell from you like leaves spiral off the October trees,
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You know I love you, what else do you want from me?
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Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
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Where is the love that you once had inside?
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Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
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Where is the voice that was always your guide?
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Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
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Where is the love that you once had inside?
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Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
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So can we change, or is this surrender?
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I once loved your grace, and the innocence that
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Fell from you like leaves spiral off the October trees,
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You know I love you¡¦
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So can we change, or is this surrender?
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I once loved your grace, and the innocence that
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Fell from you like leaves spiral off the October trees,
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You know I love you, what else do you want from me?
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October Trees
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Ron Pope |