| I walk the tightrope on my way home
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| You’re my backbone
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| I know you’re somewhere close behind me I walk the fault line in the dirt field in the spring time
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| I feel the wind start to remind me of you (you)
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| And the sweet talk on the sidewalk
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| It’s true (and it’s true)
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| All I know is All we have is what’s left today
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| Hearts so pure in this broken place
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| 'Cause we are, we are, we are (we are)
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| We are, we are, we are (we are)
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| Lovers lost in space
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| We’re searching for our saving grace
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| And I still remember how your lips taste on holidays
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| You leave in December
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| What can I do to make you stay
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| 'Cause we won’t fade away
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| We’ll find peace while others change
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| And I know your somewhere close behind me And it’s true (true)
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| The sweet sound in the background
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| It’s you (and it’s you)
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| All I know is All we have is what’s left today
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| Hearts so pure in this broken place
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| 'Cause we are, we are, we are (we are)
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| We are, we are, we are (we are)
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| Lovers lost in space
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| We’re searching for our saving grace
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| Oh yeah
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| We’re searching for our saving grace, oh yeah
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| Keep on searching, keep on searching
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| Keep keep, keep keep
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| Keep on searching, keep on searching
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| Keep keep, keep keep
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| I walk the tightrope
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| You’re my way home
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| You’re my backbone
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| You’ll always be here right beside me All we have is what’s left today
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| Hearts so pure in this broken place
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| 'Cause we are, we are, we are (we are)
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| We are, we are, we are (we are)
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| Lovers lost in space
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| We’re searching for our saving grace
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| Keep on searching
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| Keep on searching
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| (Our saving grace)
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| Keep on searching
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| Keep on searching
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| We’re searching for our saving grace |