| Lightning strikes
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| From the heights and finds
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| The tallest spires
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| Points and clicks and acquires
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| You are high
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| Fists fall clenched in climb
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| Attracting fire
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| Down your spine, electrified
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| But after all, burnt and tired
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| 'Cause we live in darker times
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| Open my eyes so I can see brighter, oh
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| You are a beam of light
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| Maybe that’s why your battery runs dry
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| I hear you cry
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| From the other side
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| Of a broadband line
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| That cuts out and in, two seconds behind
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| You go quiet and say goodnight
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| You go quiet and say goodnight
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| 'Cause we live in darker times
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| Open my eyes so I can see brighter
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| And you are a beam of light
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| Maybe that’s why your battery runs dry
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| Meet me outside in five
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| I will be waiting out by the street signs
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| And you are a beam of light
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| Maybe that’s why your battery runs dry
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| We live in darker times
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| Open my eyes so I can see brighter
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| And you are a beam of light
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| Maybe that’s why your battery runs dry
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| Meet me outside in five
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| I will be waiting out by the street signs
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| And you are a beam of light
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| Maybe that’s why your battery runs dry |