| It’s a bad sign, we get so good at faking
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| Looks like everyone is doing just fine
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| In the meantime, the longing leads to aching
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| In the secret wars we’re waging inside
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| So we bow our heads
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| And we raise our hands
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| We need something to hold on to
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| In these uncertain times
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| It’s an uphill climb
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| We’ve gotten used to crawling
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| It’s a lost design
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| It feels just like we’re falling
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| Some of the time
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| The light comes like a rescue
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| If love is the line
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| There’s nothing we can’t get through
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| Look down to the city lights below us
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| Where everyone’s afraid to be free
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| Hold on, our weakness won’t divide us
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| If we’re following the steps we don’t see
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| So we bow our heads
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| And we raise our hands
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| We need something to hold on to
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| In these uncertain times
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| It’s an uphill climb
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| We’ve gotten used to crawling
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| It’s a lost design
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| It feels just like we’re falling
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| Some of the time
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| The light comes like a rescue
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| If love is the line
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| There’s nothing we can’t get through
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| Rescue
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| Light comes like a rescue
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| Light comes like a rescue
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| Some of the time, some of the time
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| It’s an uphill climb
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| We’ve gotten used to crawling
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| It’s a lost design
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| It feels just like we’re falling
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| Some of the time
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| The light comes like a rescue
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| If love is the line
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| There’s nothing we can’t get through |