| As I’m day-staring my way through life
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| I ask my auto-pilot, step aside
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| Like trying to coax a cloud down from the sky
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| Come down here, make me alive
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| Because a split second of a moment that halts time
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| Can be worth a whole lifetime of waiting
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| For something more than that same
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| Mundane life narrative
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| Transcend us, please
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| It’s in a place where hearts collide
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| And the love is overwhelming
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| In a place where a breath of
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| Fresh air still refreshes my insides
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| Feel like I am more than
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| The things that I occupy myself with
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| I am spending days staring
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| Waiting for lightning strike
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| When your hand holds my hand
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| Let your warmth still fill me
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| Let your eyes and beautiful sights
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| Still inspire and thrill me
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| And if even I drown in stress
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| And it seems I’ve begun to forget
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| Remind me of
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| The bright sky and the moment we first me
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| Feel like I am more than
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| The things that I occupy myself with
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| I am spending days staring
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| Waiting for lightning strike
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| I’ve finally found something
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| That is worth holding on to
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| Scratching and clawing
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| So I don’t lose my grip on you
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| But why
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| Why are my arms so tired?
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| Is it from holding on for dear life?
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| I shouldn’t be wasting time
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| Waiting for the pulse of something at all
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| Waiting for the pulse of something at all |