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What are we gonna do, |
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While we're waiting here? |
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Caught in a traffic jam, goin' nowhere. |
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See the rain, |
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Has made a space for us to place our minds, |
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Inside that sound of winter. |
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I hear it on my window pane, |
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Callin' out my name, |
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Telling me to stay. |
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Gotta know what you're runnin' from, |
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Before you know where you runnin' to, |
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What you'd leave behind. |
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I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, |
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The sun's gonna paint a view, |
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Colours in your life. |
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Gotta know what you're runnin' from, |
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Before you know where you runnin' to, |
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What you'd leave behind. |
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I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, |
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The sun's gonna paint a view, |
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Colours in your life. |
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In the wake of your goodbye, |
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I linger. |
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I linger |
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Clingin' to what might have been. |
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Might have been, have been |
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As the sun shines through the cold, |
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The truth comes when we fold. |
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Lets yourself start over again. |
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Lay down, lay down |
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In the wake of your goodbye, |
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I linger. |
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Lay down, your head |
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Preaching with my heart and soul. |
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You got, no place |
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Well the sun shines through the cold, |
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And the truth comes when we fold. |
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Got to know |
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Don't let yourself, |
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Got to know |
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Dont' forget yourself. |
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Got to know |
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Got to know |
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Gotta know what you're runnin' from, |
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Before you know where you runnin' to, |
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What you'd leave behind. |
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I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, |
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The sun's gonna paint a view, |
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Colours in your life. |
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Gotta know what you're runnin' from, |
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Before you know where you runnin' to, |
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What you'd leave behind. |
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I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, |
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The sun's gonna paint a view, |
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Colours in your life. |
