| And it starts from the deepest, darkest places
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| A map full of wreckage that bleeds like a history
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| So I’ve let go of all that hurts and hides
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| A rescue just a breath away
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| A future just beyond the dark
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| And I’m taking stars off my shelf
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| And putting them back in the sky tonight
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| With blinding lights die misery
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| There’s a wind blowing due west
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| With the sound of a new heart beating
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| Desire don’t you do this
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| Don’t you turn your back on me
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| 'Cause I’ve pined, but I’m biding time
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| Finished leaving lives behind
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| Tracing steps to the first spark of it all
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| Cracking the compass, sketching out another path
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| Letting go of all the time that has been wasted
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| Incensed by these broken dreams
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| Of mysteries I can’t explain
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| And I’m taking stars off my shelf
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| And putting them back in the sky tonight
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| With blinding lights die misery
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| There’s a wind blowing due west
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| With the sound of a new heart beating
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| Desire don’t you do this
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| Don’t you turn your back on me
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| 'Cause I’ve pined, but I’m biding time
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| Finished leaving lives behind
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| Where we go we won’t need roads
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| There’s a wind blowing due west
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| With the sound of a new heart beating
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| Desire don’t you do this
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| Don’t you turn your back on me
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| 'Cause I’ve pined, but I’m biding time
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| Finished leaving lives behind |