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I can hear their song from miles away. |
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It's carried in the wind. |
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Its melody is sung to me in miracles. |
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The sun rises over the sea. |
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When I hear their love song. |
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I don't understand. |
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From out beyond the shadows. |
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I can hear it calling me. |
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Honestly, if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I've cried myself to sleep. |
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Crying out, ' |
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Oh God, where are you? |
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Can you hear my scream way up there. |
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Through the clouds, in heaven? |
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Do you even care?' |
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And honestly if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I hate the song they sing. |
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It's like salt on an open wound. |
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But I can't get it out of my head. |
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This melody kills me. |
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It's out of key and foolish. |
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But I think |
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I might just like it. |
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If I could just get past my pride. |
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I turn my head and look away. ' |
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Cause you know it hurts to see the light of day. |
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When I hear their love song. |
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I don't understand. |
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From out beyond the shadows. |
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I can hear it calling me. |
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Honestly, if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I've cried myself to sleep. |
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Crying out, ' |
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Oh God, where are you? |
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Can you hear my scream way up there. |
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Through the clouds, in heaven? |
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Do you even care?' |
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And honestly if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I hate the song they sing. |
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It's like salt on an open wound. |
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But I can't get it out of my head. |
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The whole world hates you. |
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The whole world hates your song. |
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Oh God I'm a sinner and |
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I think I wanna sing along. |
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The whole world hates you. |
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The whole world hates your song. |
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And I wanna sing. |
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I wanna sing along. |
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Heaven's not so far away. |
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I can hear its melody from here in the waiting room of hell. |
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Well heaven's not so far away. |
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I can hear its melody calling me. |
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Calling me home. |
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Honestly, if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I've cried myself to sleep. |
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Crying out, ' |
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Oh God, where are you? |
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Can you hear my scream way up there. |
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Through the clouds, in heaven? |
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Do you even care?' |
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And honestly if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I hate the song they sing. |
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It's like salt on an open wound. |
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But I can't get it out of my head. |
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And honestly, if |
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I'm honest with myself. |
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I've cried myself to sleep. |
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Crying out, ' |
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Oh God, I need you. |
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Can you hear my prayer way up there. |
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Through the clouds, in heaven? |
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Do you even care?' |
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And honestly, |
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I've never really been honest with myself. |
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Well this melody heals my wounds. |
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And I can't get it out of my head. |
