| I’ve seen the race, I’ve seen it all
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| I’ve seen the writing on the wall
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| I’ve seen the love and all it breaks
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| And all the heartache I could take
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| The air inside is white and sweet
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| It covers up what it defeats
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| At the sea the demons wail
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| They crush your hands before you fail
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| Oh, come on, surprise me.
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| It’s over, everyone
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| I can’t call the rising sun
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| Oh and I was almost loved.
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| Oh and we were almost loved.
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| I’ve seen the fear behind the hate
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| The feral need that cannot wait
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| How every hope would fail and fall
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| With a diamond praise behind it all
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| The struggle leans and then it breaks
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| Look at the things we never make
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| The sun that sets beneath the tides
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| And why I’ll love you til you die
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| Oh, come on, surprise me.
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| It’s over, everyone
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| I can’t call the setting sun
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| Oh and I was almost loved.
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| Oh and we were almost loved.
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| It’s over, everyone
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| I can’t call the setting sun
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| Oh and I was almost loved
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| Oh and we were almost loved |