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We built a tower for all the town to see |
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Bricks, concrete, metal and memories |
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Inside the rocks and stone, spaces became our home |
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Arguments echoing, love made so high |
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Searching for words for the end |
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But we built the tower too high |
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When the light finally dies and we look to the sky |
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Will we finally know why |
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They call the dawn the morning |
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And I wish we'd said goodbye |
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Years flying by, trapped all alone in the sky |
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And you stories down and all of our loved ones outside |
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Our words turned out all wrong |
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Intentions lost in halls |
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Now all I want to do is tear down the walls |
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Searching for words for the end |
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But we built the tower too high |
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When the light finally dies and we look to the sky |
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Will we finally know why, |
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They call the dawn the morning, |
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And I wish we'd said goodbye |
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Seems like the final day you'll ever come my way |
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So please forgive me if I hold on too tight, too tight |
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Tight, tight, tight |
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There's a tower |
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There's a tower |
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There's a tower, crumbling |
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There's a tower |
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There's a tower |
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There's a tower |
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Crumbling, crumbling, down |
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So when the light finally dies |
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I'll know the answer to why |
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They call the dawn, mourning |
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Wish I could've told you goodbye. |