Remember everything I told you, keep it in your heart like a stone
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And when the winds have blown the winds have blown things round and back again
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what was once your pain will be your home
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All around the table the white-haired men have gathered
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Spilling their sons' blood like table wine
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Remember everything in its own time
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The music whispers you in urgency hold fast to that languageless connection
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A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen dangling from inside the fifth direction
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Boys around the table mapping out their strategies
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Kings all of mountains one day dust
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A lesson learned a loving God and things in their strategies
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Kings all of mountains one day dust
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A lesson learned a loving God and things in their own time
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In nothing more do I trust
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We own nothing, nothing is ours
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Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
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But this poverty is our greatest gift
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The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift
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Remember everything I told you, keep it in your heart like a stone
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And when the winds have blown things round and back again
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What was once your pain will be your home
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Everything in its own time
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Everything in its own time
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Everything In Its Own Time
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