| We’ll separate our time and places.
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| Locating soon our hands and faces.
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| But by the time the space runs thin, we’ll be starting there again.
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| And we’ll be starting at the end and I don’t care if you can see me running now.
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| We’re scared to explore, we want something more than this place that we live
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| under.
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| We’ve torn apart our time and places, forgotten where we’ve left our traces.
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| But by the time the bones lock in we’ll be breaking them again.
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| And we’ll have torn them limb from limb and I don’t care if you can see me
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| bleeding out.
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| We’re scared to explore, we want something more than this place that we live
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| under.
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| When we find the figure, we find the reason and in the end we’ll be ghosts
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| again.
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| I found a light.
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| I’ve been cold and bare.
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| I found the way leading up the stairs.
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| Now can I know?
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| I’ve found my home.
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| We’re scared to explore, we want something more than this place that we live…
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| We’re scared to explore, we want something more than this place that we live
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| under.
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| When we find the figure, we find the reason and in the end we’ll be ghosts
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| again. |