From the Earliest of who you are

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From the Earliest of who you are, to the length of time till now- Our heart have grow to one, 
Driving to the northern lights, Rolling hills can fade away and fire fights fireflies- 
As sure as I ever was I heading home to you,



A miss as good as mile, a panic station set in quick- where I'm going I hope I'd not return.
Box fall may behind me, there's no time to stop- this good man is true I've my eyes set on you.


oh oh, oh oh,



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Remembering all those things, about the climb to fame, and state will remain the same,
If it never made sense then we can't get along, you have to sing your own song.
If it never made sense then we can't get along, you have to sing your own song.

Luckily for me, we met up in my dreams, that's drives me forward when I wake.


oh oh, oh oh,
oh oh, oh oh,


Morning and rain, morning and rain, I'm almost there.
Morning and rain, morning and rain, I'm almost there.
Morning and rain, morning and rain, I'm almost there.

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