| Well I woke up to the sound of silence
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| The cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight
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| And I found you with a bottle of wine
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| Your head in the curtains
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| And heart like the fourth of July
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| You swore and said
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| We are not
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| We are not shining stars
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| This I know
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| I never said we are
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| Though I’ve never been through hell like that
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| I’ve closed enough windows
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| To know you can never look back
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| If you’re lost and alone
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| Or you’re sinking like a stone
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| Carry on
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| May your past be the sound
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| Of your feet upon the ground
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| Carry on
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| Carry on, carry on
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| So I met up with some friends
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| At the edge of the night
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| At a bar off 75
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| And we talked and talked
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| About how our parents will die
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| All our neighbors and wives
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| But I’d like to think
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| I can cheat it all
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| To make up for the times I’ve been cheated on
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| And it’s nice to know
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| When I was left for dead
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| I was found and now I don’t roam these streets
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| I am not the ghost you want of me
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| If you’re lost and alone
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| Or you’re sinking like a stone
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| Carry on
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| May your past be the sound
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| Of your feet upon the ground and
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| Carry on
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| Woah
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| My head is on fire
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| But my legs are fine
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| After all they are mine
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| Lay your clothes down on the floor
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| Close the door
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| Hold the phone
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| Show me how
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| No one’s ever gonna stop us now
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| Cause we are
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| We are shining stars
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| We are invincible
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| We are who we are
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| On our darkest day
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| When we’re miles away
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| So we’ll come
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| We will find our way home
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| If you’re lost and alone
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| Or you’re sinking like a stone
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| Carry on
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| May your past be the sound
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| Of your feet upon the ground and
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| Carry on
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| No one’s ever gonna stop us now |