| At the edge of the world, I watch over you
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| Wind rushing out of my arms
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| When the night takes a hold, you start to unfold
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| Crushing the light out of dust
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| We were lost on the stones, lost on the stones, lost on the stones in the storm
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| I’m not coming home, not coming home, not coming home, that feels wrong
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| In my dreams I see your face
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| But you ask for unconditional faith
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| I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel
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| When I’m lost in confusion, just how should I feel?
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| Under the sea, we’re walking beneath
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| We’re writing out lives in the sand
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| From the moment I woke and opened my eyes, I knew it was out of my hands
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| We were fated to roam, fated to roam, fated to roam far beyond
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| Now when I come home, when I come home, when I come home I’ll be strong
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| In my dreams I see your face
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| But you ask for unconditional faith
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| I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel
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| When I’m lost in confusion just how should I feel?
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| Does it keep you awake?
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| When the sun hit your eyes
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| You’re finding it hard to remember
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| The feelings we buried inside
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| Are you finding it hard to remember?
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| We’re coming home
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| We’re coming home
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| We’re coming home
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| We’re coming home
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| In my dreams I see your face
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| But you ask for unconditional faith
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| I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel
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| When I’m lost in confusion just how should I feel? |