| What’s a name
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| When in the darkness we all look the same?
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| Holding candles looking for the flame
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| For the fire to chase the night away
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| As we wait for daylight to break
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| What is life kept to ourselves?
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| Careful words composed?
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| It’s a book upon the shelf
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| Its story never told
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| We are frames
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| Chasing photos of our happier days
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| Clinging to the ones they can’t erase
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| Going on to find that perfect place
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| Where we can love each other
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| We can find each other
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| We can shape the world again
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| What is life kept to ourselves?
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| Careful words composed?
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| It’s a book upon the shelf
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| Its story never told
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| Pages turn and then unfold
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| To show us where we’ve been
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| As the signs along the road
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| To lead us home again
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| I feel like I am turned inside out
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| I’ve come so far I can’t turn around
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| But I don’t know the next steps to take
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| 'Cause all you left were me and the growing pains
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| What is life kept to ourselves?
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| Careful words composed?
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| It’s a book upon the shelf
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| Its story never told
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| Pages turn and then unfold
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| To show us where we’ve been
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| As the signs along the road
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| To lead us home again |