| And I can’t explain enough
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| And I won’t let it last the night
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| I’ll show you that the image is still there unseen
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| We get in our way
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| We’re tripping on our feet
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| Filling up our heads too much
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| With words too hard to speak
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| Drowning in a place
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| Where the night cannot escape
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| Commit ourselves into the depths
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| Exposed against the page
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| Caught in a phrase
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| An echo in our minds
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| A flash, a flood
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| And it’s burned into our eyes
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| And I can’t explain enough
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| And I won’t let it last the night
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| I’ll show you that the image is still there unseen
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| It’s darkest before the light
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| If we shut our eyes to see
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| The things that we have lost inside the lines between
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| Between the black and white
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| Where everything goes grey
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| And everything’s unsaid, undone
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| And the negative bleeds away
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| To reveal the memory
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| That we waited so long for
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| The image shifts, the acid drips
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| Down the paper to the floor
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| Caught in a phrase
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| An echo in our minds
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| A flash, a flood
|
| And it’s burned into our eyes
|
| And I can’t explain enough
|
| And I won’t let it last the night
|
| I’ll show you that the image is still there unseen
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| It’s darkest before the light
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| And if we shut our eyes to see
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| The things that we have lost inside the lines between
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| We’re so nervous to see
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| If we’ve let too much in
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| If we, if we were out of focus or out of frame
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| And I know it’s a moment of truth
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| If a recollection reflects reality
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| Or if it’s lost forever
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| And I can’t explain enough
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| And I won’t let it last the night
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| I’ll show you that the image is still there unseen
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| It’s darkest before the light
|
| And if we shut our eyes to see
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| The things that we have lost inside the lines between
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| And I can’t explain enough, and I won’t let it last
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| The image is still there unseen |