| Run home and hold the one you’re with
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| In the cold the fire’s burning thin
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| And our eyes, like frosted window panes
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| They seek the light through every single winding vein
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| But I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| In spring, we’ll climb out through the snow
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| To find the sun has crumbled like a coal
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| And the dove, whose joy refused to wane
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| Sings «I'm alive, alive, and waiting on the rain»
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| But I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| When the fire’s out
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| When your heart cools down
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| You’ll be alright
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| I’ll be your light
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| We can run, and run, and run
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| We can take new names
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| In the darkness
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| It all feels the same
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| But I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| ('cause I’m alive, alive, and waiting on the rain)
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| (when I was young, I held a candle to the flame)
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| (and I survived because I knew it all by name)
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| But I guess that it’s already changed
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| I guess that it’s already changed
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| Run home and hold the one you’re with |