| Oh, I’m waiting in the calm before the storm for the tides to turn and wash me
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| away.
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| Oh, debating the last time we felt warm, we’ve always turned a cold shoulder.
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| To the blinding white light, where I know I’m not alone, gravity pulled me out
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| here.
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| To the reaching skyline, where men look for their rest, to my knees I drop at
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| last.
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| With worn out hands I present them to the sky, only to feel your guiding light.
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| To the blinding white light, x2
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| Where I know I’m not alone, gravity pulled me out here.
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| Maybe I can call this home.
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| So many lights flickered black, yet you’ve refused to burn out like that.
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| So to my true north I let my body fade, and there I will live out the rest of
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| my days,
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| For you have come and saved brought the lost back,
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| So you will remain here and I’ll fade, I’ll fade to black, and I’ll fade.
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| I’ll fade to black.
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| We all fade, we all fade to black.
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| To the blinding white light, x2
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| Where I know I’m not alone, gravity pulled me out here, gravity pulled me out.
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| To the blinding white light, x2
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| Where I know I’m not alone, gravity pulled me out here.
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| Maybe I can call this home.
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| You are the white light, we fade to black,
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| You are the white light, we fade, we fade to black.
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| You are the white light (where I know I’m not alone), we fade to black,
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| You are the white light (maybe I can call this home), we fade, we fade to black.
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| You are the white light (where I know I’m not alone), we fade, we fade to black.
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| You are the white light (maybe I can call this home), we fade. |