| Our eyes are not the same color
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| And our skin is a different shade
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| And I don’t know why I mention this
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| I am not sure, what I’m trying to say
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| (Chorus — part 1)
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| And we are all searching for signs
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| Whether we look towards the sky
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| Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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| (Chorus — part 2)
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| Whatever we divine
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| Well, I hope that you and I
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| Realize that what we’ve found it could survive
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| So if you reach out your hand, I’ll give you mine
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| And the sky, it is a deep crimson
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| And the street, it is alive again
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| And on your face, there is a new lesson
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| One that I can’t pretend I’ve learned yet
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| (Chorus — part 1)
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| And we are all searching for signs
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| Whether we look towards the sky
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| Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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| (Chorus — part 2)
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| Whatever we divine
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| Well, I hope that you and I
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| Realize that what we’ve found it could survive
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| So if you reach out your hand, I’ll give you mine
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| Now the rain has its own rhythm
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| And we dance in a different time
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| And I believe that there is some reason
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| Why it’s me that you came to find
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| (Chorus — part 1)
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| And we are all searching for signs
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| Whether we look towards the sky
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| Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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| (Chorus — part 2)
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| Whatever we divine
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| Well, I hope that you and I
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| Realize that what we’ve found it could survive
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| So if you reach out your hand, I’ll give you mine
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| Yeah, when you reach out your hand, I’ll give you mine |