| Breathing in and out as they point to the man
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| As he lays a gun in his hand
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| Looking through the window at him
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| No sign of breathing… breathing
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| Running around, I’m running around again
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| Back and forth, back and forth
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| I’m breathing in and out, in and out again, and again
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| Running around, I’m running around again
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| Back and forth, back and forth
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| I’m breathing… breathing…
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| And in this dream I had of you
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| If I could say one thing to you:
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| Our dreams won’t die, they’ll never go away
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| I find myself reaching backwards for him
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| No sign of breathing
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| Looking through the window at him, at him
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| For the promises you’ve made
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| And all the lies you’ve portrayed
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| Forever in those eyes…
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| Hopefully you will find what you’re looking for
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| And maybe someday you can realize
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| That the pain only holds so deep
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| In this moment, in this day
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| We will hopefully find underneath all the lies
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| And somehow find our way, and somehow find our way…
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| Our dreams won’t die |