| I can see the faces through the broken glass
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| No longer pass
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| Looking at the sky, I see the city lights
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| But no star fights
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| I never want to fall asleep
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| Within my dreams, the weight we sow, we reap
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| Though I believe the sun still shines
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| And I believe there comes a time
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| When out of silence, we will sing
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| And even broken bells will ring
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| Not all the answers are the same
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| Yet we still play thе game
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| Sweeping off the pavemеnt with a parlor broom
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| Going nowhere soon
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| Between the cracks of sidewalk, there's a flower grown
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| Beyond the stone
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| I never want to fall asleep
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| Within my dreams, the weight we sow, we reap
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| Though I believe the sun still shines
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| And I believe there comes a time
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| When out of silence, we will sing
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| And even broken bells will ring
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| Not all the answers are the same
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| Yet we still play the game
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| Yet we still play the game
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| When out of silence, we will sing
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| And even broken bells will ring
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| Not all the answers are the same
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| Yet we still play the game |