I saw red and yellow flowers outside over
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The brightest sunrise ever to've touched my eyes.
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And through it all,
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I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart
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Yeah through it all,
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I fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet's frown.
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I fought the wolves of patience just to let it lie down.
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See these waters they'll pull you up,
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Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
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My my, let these songs be an instrument to cut,
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Oh spaces 'tween the happiness and the hardness.
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Out the door,
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The touch of morning, the burning of the frost
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Out the door
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Strong hands to hold; good friends that I never lost.
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And what we found
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Down these coves of limestone and cockle shells,
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What we found
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Down these roads that wander as lost as the heart,
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Is a chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start.
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See these waters they'll pull you up,
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Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
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That these songs be an instrument to cut,
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My my, let these songs be an instrument to cut,
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Oh, spaces between the happiness and the hardness.
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These Waters
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| Ben Howard |
