| We make patterns out of stars
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| and we whisper little prayers
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| To be somewhere that we’re not
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| and if we’re good it will take us there
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| But then the light comes through the dark
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| and our questions fall apart
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| It’s just the beating of our hearts and the still of the midnight air
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| And I get so overwhelmed till it’s hard to tell
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| what I’m thinking
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| We get down down down
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| we feel sorry for ourselves
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| we get down down down
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| we all need somebody’s help
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| Let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else
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| 'Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around
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| So we hide away our hurts
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| and put bandaids on our fears
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| and we lie to all our friends
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| move along there’s no problems here
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| but then the orchestra will start
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| and the violins appear
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| and a simple little melody has us fighting tears
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| And I get so overwhelmed till it’s hard to tell
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| what I’m thinking
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| We get down down down
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| we feel sorry for ourselves
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| we get down down down
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| we all need somebody’s help
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| let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else
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| cuz the more that you give the more that comes back around
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| But the hardest part is the way things are
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| and how quickly fingers will bleed
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| and the grace we need is not in magazines,
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| it’s just space, in between, when we breathe
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| I am down down down I feel sorry for myself
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| I am down down down and I need somebody’s help
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| let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else
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| cuz the more that we give, the more that comes back
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| Down down down
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| We feel sorry for ourselves
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| We get down down down
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| We all need somebody’s help
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| Let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else
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| 'Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around |