| She stands by the corner shop
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| At the edge of a rainbow she thought the solution
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| Someone painted on the wall
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| He writes in his daily journal
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| Eyes blindfolded, gathering pieces
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| With no direction to go anymore
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| When what’s real becomes just another source of hurt
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| And when meaning’s gone from every word
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| Signs of life color your skin
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| Emotions within show you the fast lane to your love
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| When love is a kiss of terminal bliss, designed to erase all
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| Signs of life from the smile on your face to the lines you rephrase
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| Will always guide you to your love
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| Your love is a kiss, my undying wish, designed to retrace the signs of life
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| She disguises herself in her New York fashion
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| To find her passion she lights her beacon
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| High on coffee shop produce
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| And he still picks his trains by chance
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| Chooses opinions to fit his circumstance
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| To find something he can use
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| When you’re free to choose, but the choices leave you lost
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| When you feel you paid way more than it should cost
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| Signs of life color your skin
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| Emotions within show you the fast lane to your love
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| When love is a kiss of terminal bliss, designed to erase all
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| Signs of life from the smile on your face to the lines you rephrase
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| Will always guide you to your love
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| Your love is a kiss, my undying wish, designed to retrace the signs of life
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| If you feel you’ve exhausted all your options
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| And if you still find yourself with nothing to believe in
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| Free your mind and you will see
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| Signs of life color your skin
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| Emotions within show you the fast lane to your love
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| When love is a kiss of terminal bliss, designed to erase all
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| Signs of life from the smile on your face to the lines you rephrase
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| Will always guide you to your love
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| Your love is a kiss, my undying wish, designed to retrace the signs of life |