| Lately, lately I’ve seen you in your dream
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| Lost in a clouded mind
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| Held down by all the things that seem so real
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| The world you can’t leave behind
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| You’ve made all of the money you could spend
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| You’re begging for something more
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| Behind the prison you call your home my friends
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| The light in the endless dark
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| Lately, you’ve followed your fears under the bed
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| And fell for a hundred years
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| Into the arms of a wounded melody
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| The promise that love’s still here
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| You held a cynical world like God’s bruised fruit
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| Chopped from a sacred tree
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| It’s us, the enemy we fought all these years
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| The stories of you and me
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| So we hurry, go faster and faster to find that we’ve ran our whole life
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| Forgoing the sweetest view
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| There’s a buzz like a lightbulb up to our ears
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| Promise that love’s still here
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| Retrace the steps in the snow to find your friend
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| 'Cause the child had melt so fast
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| Big dreams, the future you taste on summer’s tongue
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| Having it just won’t last
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| Right here, we’ve all got the answer in our heart
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| If we could just let that go
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| Lifetimes of beautiful Sunday church bell girls
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| The junkies upon the floor
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| So we hurry, go faster and faster to find that we’ve ran our whole life
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| Forgoing the sweetest view
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| We could argue forever and ever, be clear
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| Promise that love’s still here
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| If forever and ever and ever we find that we’ve ran our whole life
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| Forgoing the sacred view
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| There’s a buzz like a lightbulb up to our ears
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| Promise that love’s still here
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| The promise that love’s still here
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| The promise that love’s still here
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| The promise that love’s still here |