| Where’s the light we’d count on
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| That filled the crowded space?
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| The voice inside our system
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| That always lead the way?
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| Pre-Chorus
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| Adjusting to this normal
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| Looking out from Sutro Edge
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| I can’t help but smile now
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| Bird song’s center stage
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| The world still beats a rhythm
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| But virtues carved a place
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| It goes on and on and on and on
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| Wake up to the morning sun
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| Feels like we’re getting closer
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| Call out to the lonely ones
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| Throw them a line
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| Better days are yet to come
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| With every passing hour
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| Ain’t no sense in reeling
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| This new way of living
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| Better wake up
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| Forgotten things, are comin' back
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| Emerge to spread their wings
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| Out all hollow possessions, here
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| As the new world sets it’s sights on you and me
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| Pre-Chorus
|
| Adjusting to this normal
|
| Looking out from Sutro Edge
|
| I can’t help but smile now
|
| Bird song’s center stage
|
| The world still beats a rhythm
|
| But virtues carved a place
|
| It goes on and on and on and on
|
| Wake up to the morning sun
|
| Feels like we’re getting closer
|
| Call out to the lonely ones
|
| Throw them a line
|
| Better days are yet to come
|
| With every passing hour
|
| Ain’t no sense in reeling
|
| This new way of living
|
| Better wake up
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| Post-Chorus
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| Where’s the light we’d count on
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| That filled the crowded space? |
| (Better wake up)
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| The voice inside our system
|
| That always lead the way?
|
| Wake up to the morning sun
|
| Feels like we’re getting closer
|
| Call out to the lonely ones
|
| Throw them a line
|
| Better days are yet to come
|
| With every passing hour
|
| This new way of living (Better wake up)
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| Better wake up
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| Better days are yet to come
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| Better wake up |