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Live another day |
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Climb a little higher |
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Find another reason to stay |
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Ashes in your hands |
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Mercy in your eyes |
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If you're searching for a silent sky... |
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You won't find it here |
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Look another way |
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You won't find it here |
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So die another day |
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The coldness of his words |
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The message in his silence, |
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'Face the candle to the wind...' |
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This distance in my voice |
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Isn't leaving you a choice |
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So if you're looking for a time to run away... |
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You won't find it here |
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Look another way |
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You won't find it here |
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So try another day |
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They took pictures of our dreams |
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Ran to hide behind the stairs |
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And said maybe when it's right for you, they'll fall |
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But if they don't come down |
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Resist the need to pull them in |
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And throw them away |
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Better to save the mystery |
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Than surrender to the secret |
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You won't find it here |
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Look another way |
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You won't find it here |
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So try another day |