| Some have to see to believe it Others are blind and can feel it The flame burns as thick as the wick
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| It’s getting colder in here, It’s colder in…
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| Here comes the part where we start our lives
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| Don’t fall behind
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| What a sight for the sore eyes?
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| It’s getting colder in here it’s sobering
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| To see them shuffle to the back of the line
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| When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear
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| Quivering thoughts now surround you
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| Engulfed by the times that we undo.
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| The ties that hold shadows at bay
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| Are unbound and undone
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| All but the one
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| Here comes the part where we start our lives
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| Don’t fall behind
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| What a sight for the sore eyes?
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| It’s getting colder in here it’s sobering
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| To see them shuffle to the back of the line
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| When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear
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| Good-bye, nothing makes us want to try
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| You’re too close to look behind
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| Just one touch, we could change so much
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| On the edge I stand preparing to go… but
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| I feel I’ve already been here
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| What a sight for the sore eyes?
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| It’s getting colder in here it’s sobering
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| To see them shuffle to the back of the line
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| When the ending is near and the marks that we make are so clear
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| I feel I’ve already been here. |