| Everything that doesn’t aspire to anything good will never be heard
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| Gathering the bricks and the dust, the pots and the cups, the rhymes and the
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| words
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| Leaving all the fields where we buried our dreams
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| And the pride and the ambition that went up in the seems
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| Heading for the mountains and the valleys again
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| Where the water still holds the boats that carried us in
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| But I’ll keep singing your name
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| Leaving everything, whatever it takes
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| I’ll keep singing your name
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| Running from the ashes into the lakes
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| We’ll carve our names in the trees and leave them there in the sand for the
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| waves to roll in
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| We won’t let the others forget what we thought we had said, so we’ll say it
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| again
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| Leaving all the fields where we buried our dreams
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| And the pride and the ambition that went up in the seems
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| Heading for the mountains and the valleys again
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| Where the water still holds the boats that carried us in
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| But I’ll keep singing your name
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| Leaving everything, whatever it takes
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| I’ll keep singing your name
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| Running from the ashes into the lakes
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| Will our hearts collapse together
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| As the heavens spiral in?
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| Could your arms reach out forever
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| And carry me again?
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| And I’ll keep singing your name |