| Close all the open doors
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| Curl up into a ball and climb back to safety in your head
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| No more we tread the boards, spin plates and fight our cause
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| Just climb back to safety in your head
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| 'Cause we are all but, all but broken down
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| Call off the dawn, cancel the night
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| Hold all the calls, tell them to write
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| Now all of the wrongs know all our (…)
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| 'Til we gather all of our might
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| That’s where he found you, then
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| Drinking from wishing wells and put you to safety in his arms
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| Now walls are almost, all but broken down
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| Call off the dawn, cancel the night
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| Hold all the calls, tell them to write
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| Now all of the wrongs know all our (…)
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| 'Til we gather all of our might
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| 'Til we gather all that’s inside
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| Call off the dawn, cancel the night
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| Hold all the calls, tell them to write
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| 'Til we gather all of our might
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| Close all the open doors
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| Curl up into a ball and climb back to safety in your head |