| this shade of gray
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| this certain sadness
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| this cold morning light
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| and this silent madness
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| it hangs in the air
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| it hangs like a memory
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| it hangs like a cloud
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| it hangs on desperately
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| between dark and light
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| between was and be
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| between young and old
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| between you and me
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| between you and me
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| i remember cities
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| and i remember rain
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| like the sound of your voice, falling
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| these memories and more remain
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| i remember winter
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| and i remember strain
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| like the sound of your voice, breaking
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| these memories and more remain
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| i remember the nights
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| and i remember pain
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| like the sound of your voice, alone
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| these memories and more remain
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| so where do we begin
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| and what else can we say?
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| when the lines are all drawn
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| what should we do today?
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| close our eyes awhile
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| as morning shadows play
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| and listen to the rain
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| wash the long night away
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| face to face we’ll awake
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| to see another day
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| and with hope in our hearts
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| embrace this shade of gray
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| this pleasant shade of gray |