| My hands are outstretched
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| My fingers rub my eyes
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| My hands are outstretched
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| My fingers rub my eyes
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| I, I stand defiant
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| My questions remain unanswered
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| I, I ask you why
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| Is this the way things have to be
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| We love within the shadow of loss
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| And cling to memories
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| We fight not to let go
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| Of those that have already gone away
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| Beyond reason, beyond our understanding
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| We wish for the things we can no longer have
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| Where is the reason
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| I, I see the reason
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| Why is there no second chance
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| Where is the sense in all of this
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| So much we never said, that goes unspoken
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| If anything we抮e taught to
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| Taught to see through
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| Through the bitterness
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| That every moment and every word means something
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| And in the end
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| In the end, in the end
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| In the end it means something |