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Reaching all the trials |
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Thinking places and the smiles |
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That raised us to believe |
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We would all end up the same |
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As a number, not a name |
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Surrounded but alone |
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And words will fade and lose their place |
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In the pages that pass away |
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And city lights will burn tonight |
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To bring us home |
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Bring us home |
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We could break the pattern |
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Strike the match and light the lanterns |
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A signal to the world |
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Set them on the highest tail |
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Show them love's in fashion still |
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To light their way back home |
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And words will fade and lose their place |
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In the pages that pass away |
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And city lights will burn tonight |
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To bring us home |
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Bring us home |
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Heads are down and hands are folded |
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Through each word, these hearts are molded |
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We choose love and we choose feeling |
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We choose hope and life with meaning |
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Heads are down and hands are folded |
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(We will, we will find our way back home) |
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Through each word, these hearts are molded |
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(We will, we will never be alone) |
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We choose love and we choose feeling |
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(We will, we will find our way back home) |
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We choose hope and life with meaning |
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(We will, we will never be alone) |
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And words will fade and lose their place |
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In the pages |
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And city lights will burn tonight |
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To bring us home |
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To bring us home |
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City lights will burn tonight |
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To bring us home |
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To bring us home |
