| Two chairs in a corner wait
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| A groundhog plays on the radio
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| For the relic of a golden age
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| Slipping out of time
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| He smoulders like a loaded gun
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| Two clicks shy of a miracle
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| The music is his only son
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| The only face un-invisible, alive
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| The light in his eyes that shines is pure
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| Longing to feel secure
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| Where souls are freed and ghosts remain
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| Write words on an empty page
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| Shakespeare lost on the animals
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| For the relic it’s an endless wait
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| Till the end of time
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| And I don’t know where I should be
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| If this is home then where is she?
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| Somebody shine a light and tell me where it all went to wrong
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| If this is what it means to be alive
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| Hanging behind a closing door
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| And longing to feel secure
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| Where souls are freed and ghosts remain
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| They rise up above
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| Sky’s filling up
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| This is the place where you’ll burn
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| And I’ll fade away (I'll fade away)
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| And I’ll fade away
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| Away
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| Away
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| Away (I will never let you)
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| Away (I'll never let you feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let be feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let you feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let be feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let you feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let be feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let you feel alone)
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| Away (I'll never let be feel alone) |