| Won a moment, lost the bet
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| Saw a mountain, went to bed
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| Paid a ransom for a ghost
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| For the thing I want the most
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| So I left to find a home
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| For a place to call my own
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| Even if you think we’re not
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| We’re close to close in love
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| It’s an end to end the start
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| We’re moving from the ground floor
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| Rising tide
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| Push us out more
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| How we climb
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| As the water’s pouring in
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| Like it always should have been
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| We can crawl or we can run
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| Towards the sun
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| Take it all, I’ll keep the rest
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| Burn the wheels and pound your chest
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| In the days before the cold
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| All the houses oversold
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| It’s an end to end the start
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| We’re moving from the ground floor
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| Rising tide
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| Push us out more
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| How we climb
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| As the water’s pouring in
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| Like it always should have been
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| We can crawl or we can run
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| Towards the sun
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| And although we just begun
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| We can go until we’ve won
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| We can crawl or we can run
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| Towards the sun |