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Anything you can see, |
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You can probably feel |
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Anyone who is far |
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You can probably charge at |
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Hold tight, remember today |
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Anything you can grasp |
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You can easily pass |
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To the ashtray |
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Anything you can break, |
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You can probably mend |
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Anything you can feel |
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You can feel again |
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Hold tight, remember today |
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Anything you can climb |
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You can easily watch |
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Crumble away |
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And I would give the last shred |
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Of my broken head |
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For the songs you say |
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And the words you sing |
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And I felt the night |
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Open my eyes and |
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I find the morning |
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Paralyzing |
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It's only who we are |
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It's only who we are |
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It's only who we are |
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Anything you can see |
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You can probably feel |
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Anyone who is far |
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You can probably charge at |
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Hold tight, remember today |
|
Anything you can climb |
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You can easily watch |
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Crumble away |
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Anything you can break |
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You can probably mend |
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Anything you can feel |
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You can feel again |
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Hold tight, remember today |
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Anything you can grasp |
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You can easily see |
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Is just plastic |
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And I would give the last shred |
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Of my broken head |
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For the songs you say |
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And the words you sing |
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I felt your light |
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Burn my days and |
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I know it only |
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Seperates us |
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It's only who we are |
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It's only who we are |
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It's only who we are |
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Not what you say |
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Or what I sing |
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But who we are |
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Who we are |
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Not what you say |
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Or what I sing |
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But who we are |
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Who we are |
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Not what we claim to see |
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Or we hope to be |
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Just the songs we say |
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And the words we sing |
