So things are not the same
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Cut all loss and walk away
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What was said is done
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so independence comes
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and there is none the like
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No more lonely souls
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under changing leaves
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and no more weary wrecks
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Seeking harmony
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while waiting for their rest
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So choice is always free
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granted nothing is but sure
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Death won't set us free
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Nor will misery
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when we fear those worlds
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We fear that we'll erode
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quickly with no control
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I won't lay sick and sorely
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with my soul uneasy
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The ground beneath me
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is hollow, breaking up
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and cracking to swallow me whole
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When we get cut
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it's so good to know that
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sweet disasters
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are just as precious
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We fall down
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to kiss the ground
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and live to love and lose
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All is well if all fails
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At least we'll know the truth
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Sweet Disasters
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| Hot Water Music |
