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Draw close and listen up |
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these words may never reach you, |
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it doesn't matter it's the road you're on. |
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We climbed up on a hill |
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to see a little further |
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down below a mist hung over the fields. |
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And the stars are falling away |
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like raindrops on glass, |
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further apart, |
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slowly spinning dark. |
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These words may never reach you, |
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it doesn't matter it's the road you're on. |
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They wanted to go into the field |
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they wanted to go into the mist |
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sometimes it's better looking from the outside in. |
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We're falling to dust |
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like a butterfly in a rainstorm, |
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broken kid's heart |
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slowly spinning dark. |
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The drawing down of finished things, |
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you can almost taste the pain |
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you can almost touch it |
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- pick up if you're there. |
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Look for the cranes along the skyline |
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you will find the open sea |
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breaking waves along the shore |
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pebbles scattered on a beach. |
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There's a star for everyone |
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look out for mine and hold on. |
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There's a star for everyone |
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too many fall, too many fade. |
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One by one the signal's fail |
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the sky is full of comets' tails |
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- pick up if you're there, |