| My memory,
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| Hangs like the stain glass of the saints past history.
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| I bury deep, Saint Anthony.
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| I hear that he can help me find the things I need.
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| Alaska winters pray for end of summer days
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| But the sun won’t go away.
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| Just like me I’ll bet they really want to change.
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| I can run as far as London,
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| But my past has first class seats.
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| The lighthouse lost it’s beam.
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| Now all I see,
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| Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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| I fear for my life,
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| That the current tonight,
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| Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| Is it just me,
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| Or do you wonder if we’re put here just to see,
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| How much heartache we can take,
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| Without hanging from the tallest tree?
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| I feel as lonely as a preachers wife.
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| My heart’s a Russian Knight.
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| I drink to try to melt the ice.
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| The Cold War in my mind.
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| The truth hides between the lines.
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| The lighthouse lost it’s beam.
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| And now all I see,
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| Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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| I fear for my life,
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| That the current tonight,
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| Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| Breathe you’re alive.
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| Because we’ll make it through this,
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| No matter the odds.
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| all bets are on.
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| It’s always darkest just before the dawn.
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| The lighthouse lost it’s beam.
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| and now all I see,
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| Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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| I fear for my life,
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| That the current tonight,
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| Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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| The lighthouse lost it’s beam.
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| and now all I see,
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| Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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| I fear for my life,
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| That the current tonight,
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| Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| So breathe you’re alive.
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| So breathe you’re alive. |