| Live another day
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| Climb a little higher
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| Find another reason to stay
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| Ashes in your hands
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| Mercy in your eyes
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| If you're searching for a silent sky...
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| You won't find it here
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| Look another way
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| You won't find it here
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| So die another day
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| The coldness of his words
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| The message in his silence
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| "Face the candle to the wind..."
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| This distance in my voice
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| Isn't leaving you a choice
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| So if you're looking for a time to run away...
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| You won't find it here
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| Look another way
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| You won't find it here
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| So try another day
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| They took pictures of our dreams
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| Ran to hide behind the stairs
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| And said, "Maybe when it's right for you, they'll fall"
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| But if they don't come down
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| Resist the need to pull them in and throw them away
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| Better to save the mystery
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| Than surrender to the secret
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| You won't find it here
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| Look another way
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| You won't find it here
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| So try another day |