| I’m chasing after the quiet
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| Watching sunlight hit the dust
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| Missing connections, changing directions
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| Waiting for something, or someone to trust
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| I’m sitting at a piano
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| That I don’t even know how to play
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| Old conversations, new revelations
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| No one to hear what I’m trying to say
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| Stars tell fortunes that aren’t really there
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| The lonely keep on dancing
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| Reaching for golden ribbons, up in the air
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| But I’m looking for silver landings
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| The past drifted out into orbit
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| But I’m back in the atmosphere
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| I’m spinning around, guess I’m still falling down
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| Part of me’s missing, part of me’s here
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| Stars tell fortunes that aren’t really there
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| The lonely keep on dancing
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| Reaching for golden ribbons, up in the air
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| But I’m looking for silver landings
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| I’ve been unpacking a suitcase
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| Ever since I was a kid
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| I wanna stay home, but I know that I won’t
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| I keep looking out, when I need to look in
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| Stars tell fortunes that aren’t really there
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| The lonely keep on dancing
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| Reaching for golden ribbons, up in the air
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| But I’m looking for silver landings
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| Oh, I’m looking for silver landings |