| Held at the start, I’m far away
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| Tracing the lines never seen
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| I don’t know how long the clouds were above you
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| Waiting for day to come 'round again
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| Far beneath was a mind wide open
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| The sun was caught, but held by a thread
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| Chasing the sound, I was late to the demo
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| Five thousand all calling out
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| And so I stole what mattered
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| And carried you away from the crowd
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| Leave doubt behind, you’ve more to say
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| There’s light only you can see
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| I know that sometimes it’s the hurt that saves us
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| Waiting so long to be laid to rest
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| But brightness survives in suns collided
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| And all we’ve lost returns in the end
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| God shut his eyes away, but life went on living
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| In all that is left for us now
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| Don’t stop believing it matters
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| Some things won’t ever be found
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| Ages aligned and fell into rhythm
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| Our paths had to cross here somehow
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| I’m lost in all that matters
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| You remain, calling on out |