| This is not the end
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| This is just the beginning
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| And don’t you know everything we want
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| Is within our reach at fingertips length
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| We fought nonstop to make these nights our own
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| Now no one can take them away
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| Hands in the air (hands in the air)
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| No one make a sound (no one make a sound)
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| While you’re in despair, they’ll have our ears to the ground
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| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight
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| And I know we won’t make it out alive
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| We could have had it all
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| Our backs against the wall
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| Our eyes blindfolded tight
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| Living what they call life
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| (We could) We could have had it all
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| (Our backs) Our backs against the wall
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| (Our eyes) Our eyes blindfolded tight
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| With hands in the air (hands in the air)
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| No one make a sound (no one make a sound)
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| While you’re in despair, they’ll have our ears to the ground
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| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight
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| And I know we won’t make it out alive
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| We won’t make it out alive
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| When you burn down these bridges
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| And you build up these walls
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| And you’ve torn out these pages
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| And there’s nothing left at all
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| And when that day comes
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| And we’re all still here
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| Will you be waiting?
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| Will you be waiting?
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| With hands in the air (hands in the air)
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| No one make a sound (no one make a sound)
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| While you’re in despair, they’ll have our ears to the ground
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| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight
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| And I know we won’t make it out alive
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| And I know we won’t make it out alive |