I I sit by my window
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With everything I've done
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Doors that I've opened
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And webs that I've spun
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And the candle beside me
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it burns to the left
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and the rain on the clay
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sends the lizard to it's nest
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will there be a time
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when I will hold you again?
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With my arms spread out
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My chest you'll rest
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And I'll write you a letter
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With everything I know
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¡¯bout the weight of the world
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And the way things could go
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So live up my friend
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Step back again
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For some things will be given
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For some you'll have to bend
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You¡¯ ll have to bend my friend
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To hold on to this
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For some things will come easy
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And some will be a test
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You¡¯ll have to bend
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Now the ocean connects me
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To everything I know
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I¡¯m mellowing my mind
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So my heart, it can call
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With these trees as my witness
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I'll slice up some fruit
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And each to their peaceful
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good intentions and truth
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There will be a time
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when I'll hold you again
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With my arms spread out
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I will dive right in
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So now here is your letter
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With everything I know
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¡¯Bout the weight of the world
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And the way things could go
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So live up my friend
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Step back again
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For some things will be given
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For some you'll have to bend
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You¡¯ll have to bend my friend
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To hold on to this
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For some things will come easy
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And some will be a test
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You¡¯ll have to bend
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Now the ocean connects me
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To everything I know
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I¡¯m mellowing my mind
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So my heart, it can call
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With these trees as my witness
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I'll slice up some fruit
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And each to their peaceful
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good intentions and truth
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There will be a time
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When I'll hold you again
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With my arms spread out
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I will dive right in
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So now here is your letter
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With everything I know
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¡¯bout the weight of the world
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And the way things could go
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The Letter
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Xavier Rudd |