| Flashing lights have ended now
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| No more of those days
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| Days when we could let it show
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| Cut it up and watch them grow
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| Only found in photographs
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| The feeling haunts the past
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| The silence walks between us
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| The silence seems to last
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| So lay back down if you wake up
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| And lay it out to dry
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| I’ve been trapped in parking lots
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| Wishing i could fake a smile
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| I will learn to grow detached
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| I will realize
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| All the days we spent inside
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| Changing color of our eyes
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| Your words harness energy
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| I’ve seen it in the past
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| I’ve got something different
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| Something that will last
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| And looking back in photographs
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| The basement held a light
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| Candles set by steady hands
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| Show our faces to the night
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| Can we change the we way we feel
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| Did you say «don't look back»?
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| Sunday morning’s looking up
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| The night has gone, the sun comes back |