| Staring out the window
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| Is it the tears or the rain
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| Dancing shadows
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| Are the children of flames
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| Of flames
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| They are the children of flames
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| Why do they come from beyond
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| Cause they are not really gone
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| How do they know
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| We’re lost without them
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| They can see us in the dark
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| They know just who we are
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| They haven’t gone too far
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| To find their way back home
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| Feeling cold and alone
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| We look for a sign or a trace
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| Lives so hollow
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| In everything I see your face
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| Your face
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| In everything I see your face
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| I just can’t seem to escape
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| I was not prepared for that day
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| There were things that I wanted to say
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| I know you can hear
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| Me whisper out your name
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| They can see us in the dark
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| They know just who we are
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| They haven’t gone too far
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| To find their way back home
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| Almost every night we cry
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| We cannot say goodbye
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| Dream of better times
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| Can’t seem to let go
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| Why do they come from beyond
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| Cause they are not really gone
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| How do they know
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| We’re lost without them |