| While you’re busy looking for a light
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| I light you, I light you, I’ll try
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| While you’re busy looking for your kind
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| I kind you, I kind you, I kind you
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| Though I’m just a little child
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| And a survivor like you
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| While we’re busy looking for it
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| Are we the sign of light?
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| At the end of the tunnel
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| Of everything that doesn’t serve us anymore
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| Or life while I begin to let me undo
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| Notice in the middle of it
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| We are the eye of light
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| In the storm of that good death
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| Of everything that doesn’t serve us anymore
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| Or life might I as you begin to undo
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| Say that while you’re looking for it
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| You are the sign that life loves you
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| I’m still a lonely child in my survival mode too but
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| Promise while I’m working at it
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| I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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| Long as you’ve been looking for it
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| You are the sign that life loves you too
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| Share us a little light as you begin to undo
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| God knows you’ve been aching for it
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| Still a lonely child in the survival mode too but
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| Promise while we’re working at it
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| I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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| Notice in the middle of it
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| You are the son of life |