| Bring my face up to the glass
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| Everyone I know’s a stranger
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| A trophy wall of masks
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| That I wander by
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| And I wouldn’t have turned my back
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| Had I know there was so much danger
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| In the middle of the act
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| I forgot my line
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| You say it’s part of the plan
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| But there’s nothing on the paper
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| There’s no riddle to understand
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| Just uncertain minds
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| If there’s no reason to fear
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| Why feel the need to be the traitor?
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| It’s our hearts that are betrayed here
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| It’s how we mark the time
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| Sitting out on heaven’s porch
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| Watching a thunderstorm
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| Tracing over every step
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| Back to when we were born
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| So I hope your words were right
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| Now that they’ve framed and timeless
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| Wasn’t just an acting out in spite
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| But a misread sign
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| Now in this house of glass
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| When you raise your hand in anger
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| They’ll see you when they pass
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| And they’ll wonder why
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| Sitting out on heaven’s porch
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| Watching a thunderstorm
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| Tracing over every step
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| Back to when we were born
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| Don’t forget the things you’ve seen
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| Find the beauty in between
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| Hold the truth up to the light
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| Don’t go home alone tonight
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| Close your eyes and feel the wing
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| Push it all back down inside
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| And I can’t let it go
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| Sitting out on heaven’s porch
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| Watching a thunderstorm
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| Tracing over every step
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| Back to when we were born
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| Sitting out on heaven’s porch
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| Watching a thunderstorm
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| Tracing over every step
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| Back to when we were born |