| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| My troubled mind has closed its doors
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| Can’t hear your voice anymore
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| If I shut my eyes the world seems smaller
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| I can fit it in my palm and stop it turning
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| Arrows can point us a pathway
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| Lead us off in the distance
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| Searching for something made in for the resistance
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| At the walls that went crumbling
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| Making us who we are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Who am I really when I look in the mirror
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| I’m seeing more clearly when im painting the picture
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Miles to go but I’m on my way
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| To find who I am I have to make mistakes
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| And I love this place
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| Young, naive & reckless
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| I’ve drawn a line acoss the floorboards
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| It’s black and white like a checkerboard
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| And if I shut my eyes I can see it clearer
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| It’s as simple as it does of our shattered downfall
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| Arrows can point us a pathway
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| Lead us off in the distance
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| Searching for something made in for the resistance
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| At the walls that went crumbling
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| Making us who we are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Who am I really when I look in the mirror
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| I’m seeing more clearly when I’m painting the picture
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Miles to go, but I’m on my way
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| To find who I am I have to make mistakes
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| And I love this place
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| Young, naive & reckless
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Who am I really when I look in the mirror
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| We are
|
| We ah-ha-are
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| I’m seeing more clearly when I’m painting the picture
|
| We are
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| We ah-ha-are
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| Miles to go but im on my way
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| To find who I am I have to make mistakes
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| I love this place
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| Young, naive & reckless |