| I’ve been told
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| To leave echoes
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| Lose what’s old
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| And deal it all, begin it all and then
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| I’ve seen through
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| Doorways gained
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| What you might do
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| To hold it all, to hold it all in vain
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| So give me your hope
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| And give me your hand
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| Where are we running
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| We find what we can
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| Give me enough
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| To carry the new
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| We keep a light on, a light on
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| To catch the echoes of you
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| Well you’ve been well
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| For knowing brief
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| And how her visit cracked the gloom
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| And you keep it there, you hold it and release
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| So give me your hope
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| And give me your hand
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| Where are we running
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| We find what we can
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| Give me enough
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| To carry the new
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| We keep a light on, a light on
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| To catch the echoes of you
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| Echo saw you
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| Echo saw you
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| Echo saw you |