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The sun in sleeping sound |
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The darkness owns these highways |
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Just three more hours |
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Before we see the sun shine! |
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Remember how that song goes |
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Which's now playing on the stereo |
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Until we share another toast |
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Lets get home and make the world our own |
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Just one night before we give it back to them |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change the world? |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change their minds? |
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Last call for redemption |
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Last call before we head back home |
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Every mile there's another absence |
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That leads me to not loving you |
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It's not crazy to believe |
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Music can be a sacred thing |
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Not just sounds and marketing |
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You will see! |
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Lets get home and make the world our own |
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Just one night before we give it back to them |
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Well take them out |
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Expose their sins |
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Do or die, us vs. them |
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You know well never win |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change the world? |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change their minds? |
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Last call for redemption |
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Last call before we head back home |
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She said |
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"remember when we would listen |
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To those songs of hope and redemption |
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And how they float through our expressions? |
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Id give anything to feel that way again" |
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Yea were naive enough to think that we can change the world |
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Yea were naive enough to think that we can change their minds |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change the world? |
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Are we naive enough to think that we can change their minds |
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Last call for redemption |
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Last call before we head back home |
