| Listen, I can hear a voice
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| I need a helping hand
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| Just to beat the void, I need a mission
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| A dream to stop me talking to myself
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| And now the silence is broken
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| And my soul is to sell
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| I need to pick up the pieces
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| To scatter to the wind
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| Hold the city to your ears
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| You can hear the wind come in
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| But you change the world with a song
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| And you can’t make it right when it’s wrong
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| I can’t stop this music traveling round with me
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| Wherever I go, it’s playing for you
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| I can’t stop this voice unraveling round me
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| Whatever I do it’s talking to you
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| The world dances to the rhythm of it’s own
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| Heart beating for you, however you lose
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| So speak to me, believe me
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| Don’t let it slip through your fingertips
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| When there’s a ghost
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| Don’t try to reason with it
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| Because now I’m tired, I’m weird
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| So I won’t miss a think
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| I rope my words out to dry
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| And I’ve forgotten what to sing
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| But you can’t change the world with a song
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| And you can’t make it right when it’s wrong
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| If that’s what it was to you
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| Then that’s what it was to me |