There's every sign That every mind must bear a little frustration When souls collide We're all bound to meet sometime If you were my only problem Then I couldn't confuse you with the solution So pretty Soul pity I think I better ease back And let the demons slide There's a season ahead A celebration of life There's a season ahead Of celebration and rhyme The seams are getting frayed Feels like something's ready to break The seams are getting frayed Feels like something's ready to break So pretty soul pity So pretty soul pity And that just a little light And it's creeping in
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