| I’ve realised every person I see
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| Is hanging from perilous threads just like me
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| With every step, each moment becoming a memory
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| Another page in a book I won’t read
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| Every eye witnessing beauty
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| And every mouth drawing on the cup of life
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| To bear witness is to open your eyes
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| Waiting on the wings of an awakening
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| I can see that we’re outnumbered
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| A collision of contrition
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| And the consequences of leading a life we half formed
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| The black and the white
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| That spans the fabric of existence
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| Is yours to weave your thread through
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| Should you grow bored of the road to your horizon
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| Let your colours flare
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| Reaching out for the fire that’s burning beneath your ribs
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| And a hunger that drives a conviction in you
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| Paint a picture that shines with the
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| light that you thought was forgotten
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| Let your colours flare
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| Feeling them frantically searching for an escape
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| This tempest it rages inside of us
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| And I’ll turn the pages of the books I won’t read
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| Every eye witnessing beauty
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| And every mouth drawing on the cup of life
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| To bear witness is to open your eyes
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| It’s the edge of the mirror, a glimpse in the night
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| A match to the pyre, and knowing you’re right
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| Letting this caution float free on the breeze
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| Refusing to live a life down on my knees
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| Reaching out for the fire that’s burning beneath your ribs
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| And a hunger that drives a conviction in you
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| Paint a picture that shines with the
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| light that you thought was forgotten
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| Let your colours flare
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| Feeling them frantically searching for an escape
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| This tempest it rages inside of us
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| Every eye witnessing beauty
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| Every eye witnessing beauty |