| I know that sound
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| It’s the night train passing
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| It won’t slow down
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| Like some hope everlasting
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| Sixty nights in the desert
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| And the truth is still so far away
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| Through all kinds of weather
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| Wake up to the same day
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| I’m standing on the shoreline
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| And my life is so far from here
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| Drink to the end of the bottle
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| And try to find some cheer
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| Just you and I
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| 'Cause there’s safety in numbers
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| Two wings to fly
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| We are lightning and thunder
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| We stood at the edge of the forest
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| Daring to see who’d go in
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| Like trying to join the chorus
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| But really scared to sing
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| Standing on the shoreline
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| And your life is so far from here
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| So we drink to the end of the bottle
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| And try to find some cheer
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| Once you were a dancer
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| And your dream was loud and clear
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| And you gave the world an answer
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| Made the questions disappear
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| While the world is turning
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| I don’t know if you’ve been around here
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| It’s a spiritual dessert
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| And our leaders don’t have an idea
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| I’m standing on the shoreline
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| And my life is so far from here
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| So we drink to the end of the bottle
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| And try to drown this fear
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| Once you were a dancer
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| And your dream was loud and clear
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| And the world is spinning
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| And spinning and spinning
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| While we try to find our way out of here |