| See the man on the corner standing
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| Raises his hand and implores for silence
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| He calls to the sun, he calls to the moon
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| He folds his mind into a distant land
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| But the chaos continues there around the city streets
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| Like the paper that burns it, consumes all
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| The gray and the desperation mingle into tears
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| But the world that is passing can’t hear his call
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| So the words that he speaks become the life
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| Held in his calloused hands
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| And given to those who would cry
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| To pull them away from the cold and the rain
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| Take them out of the night into the day
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| Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| And watch as the day passes on Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| Before the dawn comes
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| Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| Rise as the day passes on Beat now, then I’ll reveal the place where we belong
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| Watch as in slow motion falling
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| The people return to their innocence
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| A touch of the hand, a sign in the eye
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| As the torrent falls for a moment, they disappear
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| And their bodies are twisted ny the mould of their secret lives
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| Desires they would always conceal
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| For a second the numbness falls away
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| Pulse comes to their eyes, out of the night into the day
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| Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| And watch as the day passes on Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| Before the dawn comes
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| Beat now, the hearts that are still
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| Rise as the day passes on Beat now, then I’ll reveal the place where we belong
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| (Repeat) |