Something tells me that we'll come out of this
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With a healing compassion or a scarring bitterness
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Don't revive painful times, let them rest
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Don't drag a net through the sea of forgetfulness
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The cut was deep, the blood was warm
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I can't deny what it's done
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But if we don't release the past
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We'll slap the face of the days to come
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There's a hand at the door refusing to leave
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Its pulse is throbbing, its heart on its sleeve
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It's a new tomorrow waiting to be received
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By somebody ready and willing to believe
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The cut was deep, the blood was warm
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I can't deny what it's done
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But if we don't release the past
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We'll slap the face of the days to come
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Remember this melody
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Don't ever let it go away
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Sing it to your heart
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Day after day after day
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The cut was deep, the blood was warm
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I can't deny what it's done
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But if we don't release the past
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We'll slap the face of the days to come
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The Days To Come
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| The 77s |
