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This shade of gray |
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This certain sadness |
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This cold morning light |
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And this silent madness |
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It hangs in the air |
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It hangs like a memory |
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It hangs like a cloud |
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It hangs on desperately |
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Between dark and light |
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Between was and be |
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Between young and old |
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Between you and me |
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Between you and me |
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I remember cities |
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And T remember rain |
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Like the sound of your voice, falling |
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These memories and more remain |
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I remember winter |
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And I remember strain |
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Like the sound of your voice, breaking |
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These memories and more remain |
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I remember the nights |
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And I remember pain |
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Like the sound of your voice, alone |
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These memories and more remain |
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So where do we begin |
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And what else can we say? |
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When the lines are all drawn |
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What should we do today? |
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Close our eyes awhile |
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As morning shadows play |
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And listen to the rain |
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Wash the long night away |
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Face to face we'll awake |
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To see another day |
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And with hope in our hearts |
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Embrace this shade of gray |
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This pleasant shade of gray |