| I hear your voice in the wind
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| It follows me, it cuts right through the noise
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| As we spin… on dance floors made of ice
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| So rest your hand in mine
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| Steady now, ignore the sound
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| Of breaking lines
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| The crack beneath our feet as time runs out
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| Each night like a white noise frequency
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| Broadcast the waves, I tune them out
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| Clear signs outlined, but I couldn’t see
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| What I see now
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| I should’ve said something to you
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| When I saw you walk away
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| Instead, I did nothing
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| And now
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| You’re gone and it’s too late
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| So we board up the windows we used to look through
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| I should’ve said something
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| Yeah, I should’ve said something to you
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| Like buried seeds in the ground
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| Invisible, but growing underneath
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| Pushing out
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| Now tangled in the vine, I hear the sound
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| Heartbeats from a world so far away
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| The distant drums, I tune them out
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| Each night right before I fall asleep
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| I hear them loud
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| I should’ve said something to you
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| When I saw you walk away
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| Instead, I did nothing
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| And now
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| You’re gone and it’s too late
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| So we board up the windows we used to look through
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| I should’ve said something
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| Yeah, I should’ve said something to you
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| I should’ve said something
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| Yeah, I should’ve said something
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| So we board up the windows we used to look through
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| I should’ve said something
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| I should’ve said something
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| I should’ve said something
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| Yeah, I should’ve said something to you
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| To you… |