| She takes me into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| She takes me, into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| Into the morning light
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| Here now, and follow me into the storm
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| Take me, ride into the unknown
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| Oh I dial up the river of sad
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| I will show you what I am torn by
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| So won’t you take my hand?
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| She takes me into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| She takes me, into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| Into the morning light
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| Here now, or have your eyss been full of sand
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| Here now and I will take you as I am
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| Oh I, dial up the river of sad
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| I will show you what I am torn by
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| So won’t you take my hand?
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| She takes me to places I can heal
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| She brings me, landscapes so surreal
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| She shows me, the rivers I can know
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| To rivers that will flow, into the dream
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| She takes me into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| She takes me, into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| She takes me into the morning sky
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| Until I cross the line into the morning light
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| Oh I, dial up the river of sad
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| I will show you what I am torn by
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| So won’t you take my hand? |