| I hope to be more than just a line
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| No memory of what I left behind
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| Tide has come and washed away
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| Left the shore bright as the day
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| This is the start of something new and I
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| Can feel my heart beating strong tonight
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| Tide has come and washed away
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| Left the shore bright as the day
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| The stories that we write
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| Fill them with new lines
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| Never look back over you
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| Never look back over me too
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| Those pages can’t stay white
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| Fill them with our bright colors
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| With colors so bright
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| I’m stuck so long in black and white and grey
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| Carry on casting off my bay
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| Tide has come and washed away
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| Left the shore bright as the day
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| This life is waiting to begin
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| Colors keep shining through my skin
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| Tide has come and washed away
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| Left the shore bright as the day
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| The stories that we write
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| Fill them with new lines
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| Never look back over you
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| Never look back over me too
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| Those pages can’t stay white
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| Fill them with our bright colors
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| With colors so bright
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| We are the silence that needs to be heard
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| We’re in the possession of all that we earned
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| And now we’re the pages that need to be turned
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| We are the silence that needs to be heard
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| The stories that we write
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| Fill them with new lines
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| Never look back over you
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| Never look back over me too
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| Those pages can’t stay white
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| Fill them with our bright colors
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| With colors so bright (so bright) |