| Pick up the broken pieces from the ground
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| All your diminishing returns
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| And take a good look at the master plan
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| 'Cause down here every candle burns
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| You are as gentle as the morning dawn
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| Torment can’t wash away your grace
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| In search of angels with the Uist eyes
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| So many suns light up your face
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| Tonight the skies are red
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| So red they fill my eyes
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| Sundown on barren words that can’t describe
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| Your island paradise
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| But I know that all’s well with the world
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| Don’t worry anymore
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| Don’t worry now
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| Too many seas to cross, too many roads
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| You leave me with my higher need
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| This one horizon in our borrowed hour
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| Such little lives we lead
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| Tonight the skies are red
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| So red they fill my eyes
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| Sundown on barren words that can’t describe
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| Your island paradise
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| But I know that all’s well with the world
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| Don’t worry anymore
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| Don’t worry now
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| Another sun will rise |