| They’ve been carving your name out in stone.
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| Building stairways to lead you home.
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| Though there’s room up above, I can tell you my love
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| That I won’t let you go.
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| There’s a place in my heart where my courage is kept,
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| And I’m keeping it there till my mind is at rest.
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| It’s the one bit of power that I still have left in me
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| Now this room is like a cage,
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| I’ve been stuck in here for days.
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| Searching deep inside my mind,
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| Just to find a better place.
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| And I’m waiting for you
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| To pick up the pieces and move along
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| There’s a place on a street, in a town that I know,
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| Where the earth doesn’t move and the grass doesn’t grow.
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| There’s a chill in the air that goes straight to your bones.
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| I’ve got my hands in the ground and I’m digging you up.
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| Now this room is like a cage,
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| I’ve been stuck in here for days.
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| Searching deep inside my mind,
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| Just to find a better place.
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| And I’m waiting for you
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| To pick up the pieces and move along
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| When all color starts to fade
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| And the cage begins to break
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| I give my body to the skies,
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| Now I’m standing at the gates.
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| And I’m waiting for you
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| To pick up the pieces and move along.
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| Now this room is like a cage,
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| I’ve been stuck in here for days.
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| Searching deep inside my mind,
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| Just to find a better place.
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| And I’m waiting for you
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| To pick up the pieces and move along |