| He sees in black and white
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| Never felt the warmth of a cold night
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| Captive as he left behind, shackled to a love lost
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| What we were will soon be gone and forgotten
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| When our days are still untold
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| We can’t keep holding on to what our fools have begun
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| When our faith is running low
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| Every mistake, every heartbreak
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| Every cracked wall lets the light in
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| Every mistake, every heartbreak
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| Every cracked wall lets the light in
|
| He sees in black and white
|
| Never felt the warmth of a cold night
|
| Captive as he left behind, shackled to a love lost
|
| What we were will soon be gone and forgotten
|
| When our days are still untold
|
| We can’t keep holding on to what our fools have begun
|
| When our faith is running low
|
| Every mistake, every heartbreak
|
| Every cracked wall lets the light in
|
| Every mistake, every heartbreak
|
| Every cracked wall lets the light in |