| Doesn’t anybody notice, does anybody know this
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| Quiet sadness we all feel, the spinning of the wheel
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| There’s an aching for the innocence lost before the oceans
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| Found their way into the valleys and the canyons
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| We were hoping to be whole by now, Hoping to bring healing down
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| Around us in our violence, Laughter for our silence,
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| Yes, but underneath the comfort of our dinner conversations,
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| There’s a fumbling of the moments, Cause we know that we are fading
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| But we were supposed to be beautiful, you and I
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| We were supposed to be beautiful, and though we try
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| We are not so beautiful, you and I
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| Just another grey-sky morning, Cast aside the scorning
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| Of the second-hand clock ticking, Quickening the moments
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| And every day bleeds into yesterday and into tomorrow
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| Until we find our way back down under this earth we only borrow
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| But we were supposed to be beautiful, you and I
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| We were supposed to be beautiful, and though we try
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| We are not so beautiful, you and I
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| But when I hold a newborn child, and walk across the mountains wild
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| I believe in God in Heaven and I believe in His redemption
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| And when I walk down by the ocean and I’m lost in my emotion
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| I believe, I believe
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| That we were supposed to be, beautiful, hmm |