A relaxed state of worry.
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Predicted fate seems constructed.
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And by the car tremors were lightly shaded
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while the radiator's overheating.
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So then when I remove the cap,
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do I speak, where do I stand?
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For now our judge my fear just serve as tension
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for hers is so far from home.
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Germinating seed from the positive
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germinating deep inside my heart.
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And it will gnaw through the negatives
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as it grows on
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Coz I won't fall away from this.
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Nothing you say will make me twist.
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I won't fall away from this.
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Nothing you say will make me twist.
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Black clouds seem thick
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when they cover all your stars.
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There'll be days when you will sit.
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You'll let them swallow your spark.
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But the fear is in the wind
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without choice in the dark.
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And then again there's ice cream
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and so much hype, and so much talk.
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With human beings comes so much hate and violence
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but you can always seek love and support.
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And I keep hoping frustrated
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for my gift to be served.
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And my foolish insecurity
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ignores the guidance from those clear and in touch.
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Look there's belief from the feeders
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and true belief from some who love.
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And now it's growing inside the one sent to me
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by her heart.
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Coz I won't fall away from this.
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Nothing you say will make me twist.
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And I won't fall away from this.
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Nothing you say will make me twist.
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Mmmmmmmmmmm...
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Mmmmmmmmmmm...
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Mmmmmmmmmmm...
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So I'll take the test presented
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and I will force it back inside its home.
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Coz my heart will win
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always.
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September 24, 1999
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Xavier Rudd |