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We make the music loud |
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To drown our broken lives |
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In the noises |
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This world is going down |
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And there's no hope in sight |
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When the blind lead the blind |
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All we see are blue skies |
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God must have blue eyes |
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And He is watching over me |
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Our hold world is waiting |
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Withered and fading |
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And rescue is only a prayer away |
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If I could write a song that would save the world |
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I would sing it, I would sing it tonight |
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If I could say a prayer that would free your soul |
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I would say it, I would pray it tonight |
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Is there a cure for our condition? |
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Or are we under a new addiction |
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Our history's forgotten |
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wahoooh how fragile we are |
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All we need are the blue skies |
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We find them in your eyes |
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You give hope to withered soul |
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We hold the lyrics |
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Color and promise |
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These words will recon save us all? |
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If I could write a song that would save the world |
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I would sing it, I would sing it tonight |
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If I could say a prayer that would free your soul |
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I would say it, I would pray it tonight, tonight |
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We are waiting |
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We are waiting |
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We are waiting |
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And rescue is only a prayer away |
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These words will save us all |
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If I could write a song that would save the world |
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I would sing it, I would sing it tonight |
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If I could say a prayer that would free your soul |
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I would say it, I would pray it tonight |