| Sunday morning the world’s still sleeping
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| And the rain keeps falling like angels weeping
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| And I, I feel the tears on my skin
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| They’re trying to tell me something I listen
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| Blues and yellows tap on my window
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| And I let the night go with all my shadows
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| And I, I feel the sun on my skin
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| It’s trying to tell me something I listen
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| Life is calling, life is calling
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| Life is calling out my name
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| Make it matter say it louder
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| Stay alive another day
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| Life is calling out my name
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| Perfect houses with good intentions
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| Where the happy families hide their broken dishes
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| And I, I hear the scars on my skin
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| They’re trying to tell me something so I listen
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| Life is calling, life is calling
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| Life is calling out my name
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| Make it matter say it louder
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| Stay alive another day
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| Life is calling out my name
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| It’s the wind over the ocean
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| It’s the secrets in the sand
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| It’s all trying to tell me something
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| So I’m listening
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| Life is calling, life is calling
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| Life is calling out my name
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| Make it matter just say it louder
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| Stay alive another day
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| Life is calling, life is calling
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| Life is calling out my name |