| Sometimes we laugh like children
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| Go running holding hands
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| I never felt like this before,
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| I never will again
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| Sometimes we cry like babies
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| I hold you to my heart.
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| I just can’t stand to see you sad,
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| It tears me all apart
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| And we’re so afraid and it’s such a shame,
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| There is no reason we should doube it.
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| The things we want to say we’ver never said!
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| And we look away and it’s all ok and
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| Never really talk about it
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| It’s a shame the way we dance along the edge
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| Dance along the edge.
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| We always seem so careful,
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| We’re always so unsure.
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| Our past mistakes they make us shakey… eyes on the door.
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| When do we stop searching
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| For what we’re searching for?
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| Then when it comes, we question love and try for more!
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| And we’re happy here, but we live in fear
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| We’ve seen a lot of temples crumble.
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| Some of flesh and blood from love under glass.
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| Will we come undone? |
| will we turn and run?
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| And will we know it when we find it?
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| It’s a game the way we dance along the edge.
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| And we’ll walk the line and we’ll do our time
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| For just as long as we’ve been given,
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| And pretend that we don’t hear the things they’ve said.
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| Can we promise love? |
| is it all too much
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| And do our old souls still believe it?
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| It’s insane the way we dance along the edge. |