| We built a tower for all the town to see
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| Bricks, concrete, metal and memories
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| Inside the rocks and stone, spaces became our home
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| Arguments echoing, love made me so high
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| Searching for words for the end
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| But we built the tower too high
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| When the light finally dies and we look to the sky
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| Will we finally know why
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| The call the dawn the morning
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| And I’d wish we’d said goodbye
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| Years flying by, trapped all alone in the sky
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| And you stories down and all our loved ones outside
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| Our words turned out all wrong
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| Intentions lost in halls
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| Now all I want to do is tear down the walls
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| Searching for words for the end
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| But we built the tower too high
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| When the light finally dies and we look to the sky
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| Will we finally know why
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| The call the dawn the morning
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| And I wish we’d said goodbye
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| Seems like the final day you’ll ever come my way
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| So please forgive me if I hold on too tight, too tight
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| Tight, tight, tight
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| There’s a tower, there’s a tower
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| There’s a tower, crumbling
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| Crumbling, crumbling, down
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| So when the light finally dies
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| I’ll know the answer to why
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| They call the dawn, mourning
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| Wish I could’ve told you goodbye. |