| 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 |