| A horizon lights up in the palm of my hands
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| I reach out to grab the edge
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| Was it a reaction to the rainfall
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| That made the lights reflect overhead
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| Whisper something sweet over the city
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| To counter the bitter air
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| I will be listening for you
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| The chains were too hard to bare
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| I believe there’s a place
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| Where I belong, and you do too
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| It’s not far away
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| If only it were true
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| I believe that the weights
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| Won’t take me down when I’m not alone
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| I cannot come back this time
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| Now that I’ve been long gone
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| Have you missed me at all?
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| The road home shatters and I feel the pressure
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| Of direction taking over me
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| If I’m moving through space in an endless night
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| It’s you that sets me free
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| I believe there’s a place
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| Where I belong, and you do too
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| It’s not far away
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| If only you would dream
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| I believe that the weights
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| Won’t take me down when I’m not alone
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| I cannot come back this time
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| It’s, not
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| Far away
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| I’m, not
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| Coming home |