| A light piece of glass
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| Begins to fall, it makes me wonder
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| How do I make use of this?
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| I stumble around to find that
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| This is all I’ve got
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| I stumble around to find that
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| This is all I need
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| Oh, and the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me
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| A sudden thought of disbelief
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| Clouds my every conscience
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| But how do we seek refuge here?
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| I panic a bit to find out that
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| This is all I’ve got
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| I panic a bit to find out that
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| This is all I need
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| Oh, and the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me
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| How could I misstep?
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| Trouble might speak back
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| How could I misstep?
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| Trouble might speak back
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| Oh, and the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me
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| Oh, and the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me home
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| And the wake up is calling me |