She caught the melting sky
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it burned but still the winter passes
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by and by
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to the other side
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a slow paradise of wind
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that blows through threes
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that wilted with the season's children
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are we saved by the words
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of bastard saints
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do we live in fear of faith
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tell me now who's behind the rain
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a maze of tangled grace
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the symptoms of for real are
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crumbling from embrace
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but still we chase ... the shadows of belief
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and new religion clouds our visions of
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the roots of our souls
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are we ashamed of our own fate
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or play the fool for our own sake
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tell me who's behind the rain
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what do we need where do we go
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when we get where we don't know
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why should we doubt the virgin white
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of fallen snow
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when faith's our shelter from the cold
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quicksand jesus I'm so far away
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without you
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quicksand jesus I'm so far away
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without you
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quicksand jesus I'm so far away
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without you
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quicksand jesus I need you
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quicksand jesus I believe you
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quicksand jesus I'm so far away
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