| Let’s burn a hole, so we can climb out.
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| Of these paper walls, and this empty house.
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| Don’t listen too close, they’re words are like guns.
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| With bullets that fly and kill what you’ve won.
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| Let’s burn a hole, so we can climb out.
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| Of these paper walls, and this empty house.
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| We’re the only thing that’s real.
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| These visions we have of ten years ago,
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| Of stars in the sky and us down below.
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| In streets and east coast lines,
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| We kept this scene alive.
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| Here I am, still hold on to this,
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| Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
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| Hear me now, you will never be alone.
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| Don’t listen too close, they’re words are like guns.
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| With bullets that fly and kill what you’ve won.
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| Some love to hate, and some tell you lies.
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| So lets make a toast, and kiss them goodbye.
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| We’ll kiss them all goodbye.
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| Here I am, still hold on to this,
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| Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
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| Hear me now, you will never be alone.
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| Here I stand, won’t turn back again.
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| Won’t leave you, know how hard it’s been
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| Hear me now, you will never be alone.
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| Let’s take what hurts, and write it all down.
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| On these paper walls, and this empty house.
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| And when our ink runs out, we’ll burn it to the ground.
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| Here I am, still hold on to this
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| Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
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| Hear me now, you will never be alone.
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| Here I stand, won’t turn back again.
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| Won’t leave you, know how hard it’s been
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| Hear me now, you will never be alone.
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| Yeah. |