| A little speck falls into the sky
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| Rub against the night in a flash of a fiery line
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| Little specks fall, pebbles, dust and sand
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| Things we hold inside our everyday hands
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| Somehow, somehow
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| We come alive just as we’re flaming out
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| And we wish ourselves whole
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| And we hope ourselves pure
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| And we will ourselves different
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| And we pray ourselves upright
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| All the sparklers in the sky
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| Once around, if given time
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| They come out just fine
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| They come out just fine
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| The tears, the scars, the laughter, the love
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| The ebb and flow under the stars up above
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| How on earth, if we’re just floating on by
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| Can all this darkness breed such beautiful light?
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| Somehow, somehow
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| We come alive just as we’re flaming out
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| And we breathe ourselves calm
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| And we faith ourselves sure
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| And we sway ourselves evergreen
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| And we laugh, «Bring on the night.»
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| All the sparklers in the sky
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| Once around, if given time
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| Will come out just fine
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| Will come out just fine
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine)
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| Will come out just fine… (Will come out just fine…) |