| Watching shadows dancing on the wall
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| Painting you and me before the fall
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| Time and fate have left me in this place
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| And reality is in my face
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| Is this it? |
| And just how will I know?
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| Hiding under a blanket of snow
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| When tomorrow is another day
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| With bright colours over skies of grey
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| Somewhere high above the timber line
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| Must be some way I can redefine
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| In this atmosphere of discontent
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| Leaving all of this without torment
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| Break the shackles that have kept me down
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| Feel the fresh air, have to leave this town
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| Moving further out, with both arms spread
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| Ever higher up the steps ahead
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| Here comes the wave in
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| Let the water even everything
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| When the morning comes
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| All this you’ll find behind you
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| Whispering to me
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| Is the wind that blows, and birds that sing?
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| Dry your tears
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| It’s just something we must go through
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| Out with the old and in with the new
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| This is something that we have to do
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| Through the storm, I travel in the night
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| Find my comfort come the morning light
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| Somewhere high above the timber line
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| Must be some way I can redefine
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| In this atmosphere of discontent
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| Leaving everything without torment
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| Here comes the wave in
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| Let the water even everything
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| When the morning comes
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| All this you’ll find behind you
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| Whispering to me
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| Is the wind that blows, and birds that sing?
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| Dry your tears
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| It’s just something we must go through
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| How will I know?
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| How will I know?
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| How will I know?
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| How will I know? |