| In a town somewhere I’m passing through
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| Like every other town I knew
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| The years of this have carved a face
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| A map on which I’ve lost my place
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| But I gather and I gathered up
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| And the strength of silence fills my cup
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| There’s nothing more there’s just enough
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| To live and still believe in love
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| And city lights a fire escape
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| But fire could not burn this place
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| It’s hard as rocks and bold to break
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| And I’m one too many wide awake
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| I conquer every hour
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| By counting every day
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| I’m locked up in my tower
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| There the city drifts away… ya a…
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| Ya… a…
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| I’m missing every midnight
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| Though it happens every day
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| I’m searching for the good light
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| In one thousand shades of gray
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| But colors have no meaning
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| Like singers have no say
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| The one thing you believed in
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| Did you turn and walk away
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| Oh, what can I do
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| Is there nothing I can do
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| Give my money like I’m guilty
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| And give my words like I’m a fool
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| Who will listen who will lead
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| But for the blindness I can see
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| Thee could be a better man then me
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| You could be a better man then me
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| Ya… a… ya… a…
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| Oh, I dare you to be mild
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| Among the fleeting search
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| I’ve been trying to stand higher
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| But I can not say what it’s worth
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| Tomorrow is a sobbing siren
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| Singing at your door
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| Builds a ship of both your eyes
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| And lose the rest of you ashore
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| And I am in a town somewhere I’m just passing through
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| Like every other town I knew
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| The years of this have carved a face
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| A map on which I’ve lost my place
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| But I still gather and I gather up
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| And the strength of silence fills my cup
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| There’s nothing more there’s just enough
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| To live and still believe in love
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| Oh… o… |