| There is a swelling storm
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| And I'm caught up in the middle of it all
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| And it takes control of the person that I thought I was
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| The boy I used to know
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| But there is a light in the dark
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| And I feel its warmth
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| In my hands, in my heart
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| But why can't I hold on?
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It always does, always does
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| We watch as our young hearts fade
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| Into the flood, into the flood
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| And the freedom of falling
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| The feeling I thought was set in stone
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| It slips through my fingers
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| I'm trying hard to let go
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| And carries us away
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| Through the wind
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| Down to the place we used to lay when we were kids
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| Memories of a stolen place
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| Caught in the silence, an echo lost in space
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It always does, it always does
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| We watch as our young hearts fade
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| Into the flood, into the flood
|
| And the freedom of falling
|
| The feeling I thought was set in stone
|
| It slips through my fingers
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| I'm trying hard to let go
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| And carries us away
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| I've watched my wild youth
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| Disappear in front of my eyes
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| Moments of magic and wonder
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| It seems so hard to find
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| Is it ever coming back again?
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| Is it ever coming back again?
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| Take me back to the feeling when
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| Everything was left to find
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It always does, it always does
|
| And the freedom of falling
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| The feeling I thought was set in stone
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| It slips through my fingers
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| I'm trying hard to let go
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| It comes and goes in waves
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| And carries us away |