My steps are soft and slow
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Yet also they are strong
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They leave the past behind
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They right where they've been wrong
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My hands are stained
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Yet they will learn to break these chains
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Heal the heart that bleeds
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Fight until they're free
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Even the mountains crumble
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Even the seas will dry
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Can you hear the thunder in the valley
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Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
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Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
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Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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I'm nearly breaking
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From this dream in which I range
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I have got a chance
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I have got to change
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My hope in reality
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Comes flowing from my dreams
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Those who can't chase clay
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You'll know what I mean
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Listen the wheels are turning
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Where are these rockets burning
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Can you hear the thunder in the valley
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Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
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Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
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Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
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Thunder
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| Pink Martini |
