| Well I, feels like a place I’ve never been
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| And I, feels like a place I’ve never seen
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| Oh, somebody’s givin' in but I’m not
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| Somebody’s givin' it but I’m not
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| Somebody’s givin' it a lifetime
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| Somebody threw you a lifeline
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| Somebody wakes to the sun in the sky
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| Others are livin' with hate in their eyes
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| Oh, the fires that you made and the earth that you walk
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| The ground beneath and the words that you talk
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| The fires that we own and the words that we talk
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| The ground beneath and the earth that we walk
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| All gone
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| And yeah, there are pictures of the sun
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| And yeah, just like sketches of the sun
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| The colors run
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| Somebody’s givin' in but I’m not
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| Somebody’s givin' up a whole lot
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| Somebody’s givin' it a long time
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| Somebody threw me a lifeline
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| Sometimes it’s hard to see things straight
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| Tryin' to make sense of a single page
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| Sometimes you seem to spend your life tryin'
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| But I’m just lookin' for my lifeline
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| The fires that you made and the earth that you walk
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| The soil beneath and the words that you talk
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| The fires that we own and the words that we talk
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| The ground beneath and the earth that we walk
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| The earth that we walk, gone, all gone
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| And it feels like a place I’ve never been |