| One spring morning
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| Six years ago
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| Felt the shadow strangle home
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| And the worry, oh no the phone
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| I hear the mourning, please come home
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| Within my own regret, my spirit go
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| Leaves the fires, the final blow
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| Get in conflict, I do recall
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| From the darkness calling for
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| I’ll call for you
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| Choking on the white noise rushing
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| Howling from the great beyond
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| I’ll call for you
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| I recall the fires raining down
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| There was yearing, stone cold
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| With the seaming waves of war
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| And the name breaks, haunting on
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| I lost key of all that ever were
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| Some as strong men, some sick may call
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| Seen the judge before your own
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| Then you worry, your ways are mourning
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| Found my heart in those who gave you warmth
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| I’ll call for you
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| Choking on the white noise rushing
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| Howling from the great blue
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| I’ll call for you
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| I recall the fires raining down
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| Cherry, awesome, wild and free
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| Can you still remember your sister and me?
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| Cherry, a wild cherry tree
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| I still remember you and me
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| Cherry, awesome, wild and free
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| Forever remember your sister and me
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| Cherry, wild river to the sea
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| I still remember you and me |