| Open the gates behind
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| The hills your grew up on
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| You’ve no fault to hide
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| This life it will unfold
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| With a graceful ease
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| Of which you choose to ride
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| Hoping you’ll be fine
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| When your bones are not your own
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| When your bones are not your own
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| I need you to come around, come around
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| I need you to hear it now, hear the sound
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| I need you to say aloud, say aloud
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| Because we can tear the ceiling down, we’re feeling now
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| I need you to come around
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| Turn on the silver light
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| But still you cannot say
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| Just look to me
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| You know that I won’t leave
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| With graceful ease
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| Which I cannot fight
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| It’s a warning sign
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| When you’re longing for a soul
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| When you’re running out of control
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| I need you to come around, come around
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| I need you to hear it now, hear the sound
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| I need you to say aloud, say aloud
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| Because we can tear the ceiling down, we’re feeling now
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| I need you to come around
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| I need you
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| I need you
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| I need you
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| I need you
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| I need you to come around, come around
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| I need you to hear it now, hear the sound
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| I need you to say aloud, say aloud
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| Because we can tear the ceiling down, we’re feeling now
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| I need you to come around |