| These very moments as they pass
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| It’s like you’re just dreaming of busting someone else
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| My hands they hold a candle to the pages
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| These days they go so fast, these days of ours
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| Follow the lights that line the streets
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| Connecting telephones
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| Follow the lights from house to house
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| And they will lead you home
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| They will lead you home
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| 'Cause there was never anywhere to go
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| There was never anywhere to go
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| But home
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| If every second here is true
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| Our love is strong enough to guide the way and we’ll walk through
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| Hands inside of hands, hearts inside of hearts
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| Like eyes closed, side by side and through
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| Follow the lights that line the streets
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| Connecting telephones
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| Follow the lights from house to house
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| And they will lead you home
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| They will lead you home
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| 'Cause there was never anywhere to go
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| There was never anywhere to go
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| But home
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| If everything we are is real
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| Our memories are attics in those houses on the hill
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| Our love is there above us holding everything so still
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| And we are always here, yes, we are always here
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| So follow the lights that line the streets
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| Connecting telephones
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| Follow the lights from house to house
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| And they will lead you home
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| They will lead you home
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| 'Cause there was never anywhere to go
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| There was never anywhere to go
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| There was never anywhere to go
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| But home, home |