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On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, |
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On windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore |
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The traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day |
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But I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting |
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If my hand could block the sun, |
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Would we ever wake up? |
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If I turned back all these clocks |
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Would that be time enough? |
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I can't remember exactly when this longing began |
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But I know it wasn't before the day you touched my hand, |
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Laugh and shout in blissful daze and numbers are exchanged, |
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I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting |
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If my hand could block the sun, |
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Would we ever wake up? |
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If I turned back all these clocks |
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Would that be time enough? |
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So put your hands where I can see them, |
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And shut your mouth, I know who you are, |
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In a world void of feeling or heart I know that we are the torches in the dark |
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Let's break this down, let's make this count, |
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Let's leave this one-horse town, no better time than now |
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[repeat x2] |
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The angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to be seen, |
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The clock strikes two, the music slows and each one slowly dons their wings, |
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Once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave |
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But I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting |
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If my hand could block the sun, |
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Would we ever wake up? |
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If I turned back all these clocks |
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Would that be time enough? |
