| These sleepless nights seem to last forever
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| Lying awake to hear the warning signs
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| There’s little left that I can stand to bear
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| It’s not the end, only the darkest night
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| Through the blackness, I see the sunlight shining
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| The frail beauty in disparity
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| Through the silence, I feel these words moving mountains
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| But will they listen to me?
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| When I close my eyes I hear the whispers guide me
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| A calling to come home
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| I haven’t lost all hope but I’m starting to wonder
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| If youth is wasted on me
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| Wasted on me
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| Don’t look back
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| I see the end in sight
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| And I’m not giving in
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| Hold your breath
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| And reach out to me
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| And let the light guide the way
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| Dreaming, of the end of the road
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| A safe haven, where I’ll wait for you
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| I swear to you
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| I swear to you
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| We will not wither away
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| There’s no survival in this arid place
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| No lessons learned in the bones that we break
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| Don’t let go
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| Don’t let go
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| Our lives are still at stake
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| Lost home
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| There’s nothing left to keep
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| But still I believe that there’s hope in me
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| Lost home
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| The earth consuming me
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| Will I ever look back?
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| Or will I be set free?
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| Is there something I should be searching for?
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| Or is the answer searching for me?
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| Have I lost my hope? |
| My sense of direction?
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| Or will I float into eternity?
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| Through the blackness, I see the sunlight shining
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| The frail beauty in disparity
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| Though the silence, I feel these words moving mountains
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| But will they listen to me?
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| When I close my eyes, I hear the whispers guide me
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| A calling to come home
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| I haven’t lost all hope but I’m starting to wonder
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| If youth is wasted on me
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| Don’t look back
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| I see the end in sight
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| But I’m not giving in
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| Hold your breath
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| And reach out to me
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| And let the light guide the way
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| So reach out to me
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| So reach out me
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| Reach out to me
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| So reach out to me, and let the light guide the way
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| And let the light guide the way |