| See the pictures on the wall
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| The glory of the faces
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| Who never understood at all
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| The power of the moment
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| Or where the moment could lead
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| When the power starts to fade
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| Weak, we start to tremble
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| It becomes an avalanche
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| We are overtaken by a feeling burning to get out
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| Our tears
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| There is nothing we can do to dry them
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| A starry sky tonight
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| Could turn to storm tomorrow
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| If it does we must be brave
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| We must live through it
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| Fear only kills if we allow
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| But the power of my love
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| Reaches farther then my touch
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| And it is more real
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| Then any trick your mind can play
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| And any trick I’ve been the victim of
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| Our tears
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| There is nothing we can do to dry them
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| If only I could carry you away
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| If we really were all we need
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| We’d have to create another place
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| That no one else has ever been
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| If only I could learn how to love
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| As strong as the pain I feel
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| I could dry our tears
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| There is writing on the wall
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| I know because I wrote it
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| Says it’s ok to dream
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| And it’s alright to promise
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| Just don’t promise what you dream |