| Sleep in some
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| Safe song to hum
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| Dreams we’ve spun and
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| Will run from
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| The heavy head
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| That goes to bed
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| Wishing for some
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| New day to come and is a
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| High load of the beating of your memories
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| That in their light make your days bright and dark
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| Said in my pockets there is sand
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| Oh, from many different lands
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| I long only for the one that’s marked with stars
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| Cuz my home it holds my bed, my head, my heart
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| Spent your days searching for some sunset
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| Search for sunset, yeah you search for so long
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| Drenched in darkness are you so full of pride now
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| Cuz you saw what you were seeking, now the sunset is gone
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| But the sun will rise a thousand times and
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| Will you still be so surprised to say
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| For every sun that is somewhere setting
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| There is one that is somewhere set to rise
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| Every pretty thing you find yourself forgetting
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| There’s a million nasty moments set to widen your eyes
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| So I know it’s best to hold my tongue
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| Not trapped myself in time
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| Till you come home and
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| Listen to the ones you cannot remember
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| Sing as loud as the ones you can’t forget
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| These autumn days lead to another December
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| Furnished with a feeling that you haven’t shaken yet
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| And on and on
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| What went wrong?
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| Sing yourself a story to the same old song, yeah, well
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| It’s the lighthouse where I said I’d always love you
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| In the end, where I never knew your name
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| In our lifetimes there’s so many things we could do so
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| I wish we wouldn’t spend them polishing our own pain
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| And you sang a song for time
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| Give me the one that’s right for spying and
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| To the ones as they go past you
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| To the ones that you will one day leave behind
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| Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you, though
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| A million years could pass and they would never seem to mind
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| And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say
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| Give your heart to everything that you could find
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| Try yourself, you try instead of everything you think, you said
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| Everything that matters is sure to take time
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| Appears some face
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| We’ll find it’s place
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| Give it time and
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| Give it space
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| Give it a name
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| It’ll come if you call it
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| Give it shape
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| Even if that’s how you recalled |