| Today I found my soul
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| I felt it die inside of me, yeah
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| So I turn to you
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| Life is like that you know
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| I have your face in a photo in high school
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| When you were alive, but that’s all I have
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| And I can’t remember who I was myself then
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| And it doesn’t help
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| Still, I looked to you as a friend
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| To tell me
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| Who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Where does time go now on a wake for young souls?
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| You tell me who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Where does time go now on a wake for young souls?
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| Like a lullaby you sing
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| Oh ooh, oh ooh, oh ooh, mm
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| Well, the wind that blows
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| It’s blowing colder
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| And the child that grows
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| She’s growing older
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| And the friends we know
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| They’ll turn a shoulder
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| But the friends we know
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| They’re growing colder so
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Where does time go now on a wake for young souls?
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| You tell me who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Oh no, on a wake for young souls
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| Where’s my soul?
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| Where’s my soul?
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| Where’s my soul?
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| Where’s my soul?
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| Where’s my soul?
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| Cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman
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| In the blood of the woman brings birth of a child
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| Child grow up, keep forgetting something
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| Birth of a child comes someplace while you
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| Even gray days beat the shade to wean
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| Unbodied, unsouled, unheard, unseen
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| Let the gift be grown in the time to call our own
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| Let the gift be sewn before the window’s closing
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| Truth is natural like a wind that blows
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| Follow the direction no matter where it goes
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| So it shall be the Earth and the sea
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| Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me
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| Oh ooh, oh ooh, oh ooh, mm
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| If I’ve been cold, if I’ve spoken in anger
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| To have been bold, forgive me
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| You know I don’t see your mother
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| Not like before
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| Though she hasn’t forgotten
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| She doesn’t like to be reminded anymore
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| Annie got married
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| It didn’t come without tears
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| Like the day you died I had laughter for these years
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| So it’s who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Where does time go now on a wake for young souls now?
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| It’s who we are now, who we are
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| Whoa no, on a wake for young souls
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| Other things we know
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| Are going to fall away from me
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| Like a grain of sand
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| Slips through a good friend’s hand |