| Out of ten thousand tiny battles we have lost
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| We mine the weakness in ourselves and find the cost
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| And love is blind tonight but that’s alright
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| We left our homeless past to find a place to be
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| And from our thoughts of the impossible we flee
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| But I believe
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| It’s written on the walls around us
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| The sorrow or the joy we harvest
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| Open wide to the flow of the tears we cry
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| And from such sad beginnings we have come
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| And with our hearts crisscrossed like rivers
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| We have hung our portraits in the air
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| In this darkened calm
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| Now our words seem easier to share
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| Are we prepared?
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| We fly away
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| We’ll bathe our feet out in the waters of the south
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| We’ll taste the salt of restless futures in our mouths again
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| There’s no end for you and me
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| There’s no end for you and me |