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[ti:Noble Aim] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Yearbook] |
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Chances are we are the same |
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Against the odds, against the grain |
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We lean, like gardens toward light |
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But we wait, like evening for night |
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Don't we? |
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Chances are we are alike |
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Against what better judgement writes |
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We ache like children for love |
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For a purpose worthy of |
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Such a noble aim |
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Such a noble aim |
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Such a noble aim as love |
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Chances are we bruise the same |
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A family tree desperate for rain |
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A thirst only deserts know best |
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A hurt so at home in our chests |
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Call it stubbornness or bravery |
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To let our branches continue to reach |
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With such a noble aim |
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With such a noble aim |
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With such a noble aim as love |
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Every broken branch and loosened leaf |
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That we've grown to ignore |
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Is now a part of something greater than before |
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Every nest that rests upon our limbs |
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Seeking shelter from the storms |
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Is a purpose worth being broken for |
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Being broken for |
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Chances are we are the same |
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Against the odds, against the grain |
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We lean, like gardens toward light |
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We reach with all of our might |
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For such a noble aim as love |
