| We’ve broken down
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| Fading out
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| And you fall on your knees
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| And stand defeat
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| Just when it feels like hell is freezing over
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| Hold on, embrace, this symphony
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| Let’s play the very first line
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| It feels much better, and it’s all in time
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| It’s coming together
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| When the drums come in, the keys get louder
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| Now I’m building a collision of chords
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| This time it’s not tiny voices
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| It’s a chorus of noise
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| We’re surfing a sea of places
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| Now, now, now, we’re singing
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| A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within
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| We fly through the broken minor
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa we’ve come back down
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| When you’ve been let down
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| It’s a bitter end
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| Everyone stands off, you know you’re lost again
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| The lights are fading and we’re still escaping
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| The city and twilight that marks and fills the sky
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| Let’s play the very first line
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| It feels much better, and it’s all in time
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| It’s coming together
|
| When the drums come in, the keys get louder
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| Now I’m building a collision of chords
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| This time it’s not tiny voices
|
| It’s a chorus of noise
|
| We’re surfing a sea of places
|
| Now, now, now we’re singing
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| A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within
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| We fly through the broken minor
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa we’ve come back down
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| This is not the last time, I can’t stay
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| I can’t stay away
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| It’s not the last time
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| Let’s play the very first line
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| It feels much better
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| And it’s all in time, you know it’s coming together
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| When the chords start progressing
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| We wait for the ending
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| This time it’s not tiny voices
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| It’s a chorus of noise
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| We’re surfing a sea of places
|
| Now, now, now we’re singing
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| A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within
|
| We fly through the broken minor
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa we’ve come back down
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| (Whoa oh… whoa oh… whoa oh)
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| A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within
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| We fly through the broken minor
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa we’ve come back down |