| People are like lamps, warm and bright
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| Without selfishness they give us light
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| I saw a place you wouldn’t believe
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| It was so bright I could leave
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| Standing the front of your traffic lights
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| The pictures of you are still inside
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| How can we end and where we started
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| To where the busy friends going friendship dies
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| Stand in the front of your traffic lights
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| The pictures of you are still inside
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| How can we end and where we started
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| People are like gold mines, dark and deep
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| Giving you chances you can’t keep
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| I saw a place you wouldn’t believe
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| It was so dark I could not feel
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| Standing the front of your traffic lights
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| The pictures of you are still inside
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| How will we end and where we started
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| To where the busy friends going friendship dies
|
| Standing the front of your traffic lights
|
| The pictures of you are still inside
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| How can we end and where we started
|
| Standing the front of your traffic lights
|
| The pictures of you are still inside
|
| How will we end and where we started
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| To where the busy friends going friendship dies
|
| Standing the front of your traffic lights
|
| The pictures of you are still inside
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| How can we end and where we started
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| And where we started
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| And where we started
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| And where we started
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| And where we started |