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I see them everyday; theyre like shadows |
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Tryin to run from the pain |
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But you know the pain, it always follows |
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So theres nowhere to go, not really |
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Sometimes |
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I want to touch them |
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Try and set them free |
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But Im afraid |
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I might know them |
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Or they will recognize me |
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Where do they go? |
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The brokenhearted |
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Do they travel alone when they carry that weight |
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Do they disappear without a trace |
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Look into the eyes of those who know |
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Can you tell me, where do they go? |
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Is there a place that they go to |
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Thats for them alone |
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Where memories are sacred |
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And heartache has no home |
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I see them here in the moonlight |
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Searching for a sign |
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That love is out there waiting |
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Waiting for the right time |
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Where do they go? |
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The brokenhearted |
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Do they travel alone when they carry that weight |
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Do they try to return to where they started |
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Do they disappear without a trace |
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Look into the eyes of those who know |
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Can you tell me where do they go? |
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The power of love gives them strength to carry on |
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Everywhere they go |