Come down
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The ground's not soft enough to catch you
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In your fall, it seems small when you have been that high
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And I don't believe I'll ever understand your good-bye
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And these bones will rise again all in good time
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And these eyes will shine again just fine
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My heart
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This cave of cries and many questions
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Be brave, get to the other side
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Keep on, keep strong
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For every pot of gold a shipwreck lies
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And these bones will rise again all in good time
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And these eyes will shine again just fine
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There is a wheel that's still turning we all are in
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And there is a fire still burning, and my hands are singed
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There is a road that keeps going without an end, without an end, without an end
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a whoa, whoa whoa oh¡¦whoa whoa whoa oh¡¦whoa whoa whoa oh¡¦
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And these bones will rise again all in good time
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These Bones
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| Charlotte Martin |
