All through a life
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And through the lives that came before
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The ties that bind to blind
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Of those that came before
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I'm looking back
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And in looking back I hope to get beyond
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And start to mend all those days
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That they left undone
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But in my veins a trace remains
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And to want in the face of need
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Well it just seems so obscene
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But that's all thats left
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And that's all they've left to leave
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And then they point to themselves and say,
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"I look like you."
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And it hurts to hear and so it must be true
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But in my veins a trace remains
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But I think it's going to be alright
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I think it's going to be o.k.
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I think of those days that came before
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And together we will mark these days
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All Through A Life
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| Rites Of Spring |
