| The TV has run out of advice
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| And the people you love got nothing to say
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| but when you ask with a shovel, youll find your faith
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| at the bottom of a hole
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| Have you seen anything that you would doubt me?
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| You were not, the stones were singing
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| You’re tapping your pen on the desk
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| your thoughts have found words but your lungs dont have breathe
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| So youre wasting all your ink circling lines
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| Your mind is a passanger train
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| We are more then what night gives us credit for
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| We were dust, now were light
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| Father time is a selfish man
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| He runs on schedule and he keeps all of our plans
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| But what happens when I cant fit on a clock
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| I’ll buy my freedom while I can
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| Burn your list, find your sight, adjust to the night
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| Give up hope that youll be right
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| Let in the light, alluminate the night
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| lighting up the dust floating from my eyes
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| perfect love cast out all fear
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| so I choose the darkness here
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| Theres hope for you yet |