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day break on the city streets from the corner of her eye |
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pass the man who holds the box he'll try to get inside |
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faces look back at me from their places on the wall |
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above the girl who held the shiny looking glass |
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she said |
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all faces in here, have an undercoat of blue |
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if you look real close with this glass of mine |
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you can pick out every hue |
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i took the glass from her hand and held it to the sky |
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i took one glimpse, i slipped and fell |
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into the other side |
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CHORUS |
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sometimes i can't see how far we've come |
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sometimes i feel like me body's gone numb |
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sometimes i can't see how far we've come |
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but i step back, and i look again |
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and my chains come undone |
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back out on the sidewalk now crashing through the night |
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feel first breath of air bringing in the sun |
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on the bench ahead a man sat, playing national guitar |
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i didn't recognize the tune but i dropped change in his jar |
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the first notes to hit my ears didn't sound quite right |
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but i let the sound wash over me |
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and it got me through the night |
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CHORUS |
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(solo) |
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step inside take a look at the tapestry untied |
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sadly saw the details that occupy your mind |
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can you see a picture that is coming into view |
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the journey started long ago, now see the story through |
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see, see, see how far we've come |
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feel, feel, feel what has begun |
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we can be, be, be headed towards the sun |
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if we free ourselves from these chains |
