| Long before the colors start to bleed
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| I can see the painting come alive
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| Clever like an angel in disguise
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| Moving in and out of reach
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| If the candle lights this crooked path
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| Like a lighthouse peering through the haze
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| I will find the river through the rain
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| And I’ll reach the water’s edge
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| Shed your light on me (shed your light on me)
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| Be my eyes when I can’t see
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| Shed your light on me (shed your light on me)
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| Be my guide so I can see
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| The bigger picture
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| Like a moth burned by the fire
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| And driven to the flame
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| (Prophecies' a blessing and a curse)
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| I must bare this cross alone
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| There’s no one else to blame
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| With each treasure found
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| Another shipwreck’s washed ashore
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| I am carried by the current
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| On a slow and steady course
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| Shed your light on me (shed your light on me)
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| Be my eyes when I can’t see
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| Shed your light on me (shed your light on me)
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| Be my guide so I can see
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| The bigger picture
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| What if caught in a moment
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| I get lost and can’t find my way
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| What if all along I was wrong
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| In every turn, in every way
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| Would you talk me off the ledge
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| Or let me take the fall
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| Better to try and fail
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| Then to never try at all
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| You look but cannot see
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| Talk but never speak
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| You live but cannot breathe
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| See but don’t believe
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| Wounds that never heal
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| A heart that cannot feel
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| A dream that’s all too real
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| A stare as cold as steel
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| I’ve listened to the stories of resentment and disdain
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| I’ve looked into the empty eyes of anger, fear, and shame
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| I’ve taken blood from every stone
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| And traveled every road
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| When I see the distant lights illuminate the night
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| Then I will know I am home |