| Holding firm through every season
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| Through my own contempt for reason
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| Empty spaces where all was dwelt
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| Climbing up one hundred stairwells
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| Moments when the secret passage
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| Twists in a relentless fashion
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| We have no desire to find our way
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| Yet here we are
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| Standing strong
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| In the midst
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| Of it all
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| And we don’t really need another path to take
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| We don’t need another heartache
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| Dodging eyes of condemnation
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| Breathing deep in our salvation
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| People pull with tireless passion
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| Stretching limbs in each direction
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| One who claims to know was strew by
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| Pasting thoughts with thread and glue
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| Their filling broken bottles with new wine
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| Yet here we are
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| Standing strong
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| In the midst of it all
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| And we don’t really need another path to take
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| We don’t really need another path to take
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| We don’t really need another path to take
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| We don’t need another heartache
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| Clinging to what’s left in us alive
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| We’re waiting for the chaos to subside
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| And I’m breathing in the stillness of your heart
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| Hope for release
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| For peace
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| Here we are
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| Standing strong |