| It’s a tear drop given unto a sea
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| Of emotional outbursts diluting we
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| It’s a status we don’t deserve
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| A personal response to our every word
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| There’s no true holiday if you never went away
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| How can you live by yourself anymore?
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our web is spun we are trapped things got ugly
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our spirit lead us here we’ve forgotten the way
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| Try not to ever lose touch
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| We’re all the words, we’re all the words within us
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| We stand by the river side
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| Staring at all they have to hide
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| There’s no true privacy
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| If you give it all away
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| How do we live by ourselves anymore?
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our web is spun we are trapped things got ugly
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our spirit lead us here now we’ve forgotten the way
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| Suggest a path
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| We’re trapped we can’t get out
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| Suggest a route
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| We are longing for you
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| When they write about these times their ink would have all run out
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| We were lost and covered over the swelling waters surround
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| We’ll all find ourselves in reflections in time
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| We’ll all realise there was a life to be found
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our web is spun we are trapped things got ugly
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| Suggest a path suggest a route we take
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| Our spirit lead us here now we’ve forgotten the way
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| Suggest a path
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| We’re trapped we can’t get out
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| Suggest a route
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| We are longing for you |