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The Path
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When the Sun and the Storm refuse to yield
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Each celebrating power that they wield
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Their stubbornness and strength are revealed
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And they combine to grow the crops in every field
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And the partnership is sealed
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I've come to realize they've grown me too
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And there isn't much about it either can do
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When dreams that you chase after shower you
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While the love that you allow comes shining through
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Creates a path of every hue
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This Path is narrow
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Just wide enough to follow
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I wonder where it will go
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So I shall try, with my sharpest eye
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To keep this rainbow in my view
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(Rapping)
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Prepared is the way I see
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Before me lies my destiny
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It sprawls out to infinity
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Should I choose to step upon
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Always just believeable
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With colors inconceivable
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It forces me to see him
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For what hope has now become
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...what hope has now become
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This Path is narrow
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Just wide enough to follow
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I wonder where it will go
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So I shall try, with my sharpest eye
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To keep this rainbow in my view
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So I teeter, so I sway
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Eternally almost falling off, I'm on my way
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The Path so fragile
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And the Path forgives
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But only he who seeks its color truly lives
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This Path is narrow
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Just wide enough to follow
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I wonder where it will go
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So I shall try, with my sharpest eye
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To keep this rainbow in my view
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This Path is narrow
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Just wide enough to follow
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I wonder where it will go
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So I shall try, with my sharpest eye
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To keep this rainbow in my view
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The Sun on the one hand
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And the Storm on the other
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Only when I stand between
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Do I become yet another
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The Path
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| Blues Traveler |
