| Seize the moment, fire away
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| And get off these sorted streets
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| And our house of black and redder days
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| You’ll get better and better to mean
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| Don’t cover your eyes if you can’t see
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| Stand on the ground
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| And get out of this weather
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| It’s something I know you need
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| And what makes it alright
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| Doesn’t make it all better
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| What slips through our hands, we keep
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| Lose your focus on the stairs
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| And I’m standing on both sides
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| There’s a special moment, no one’s there
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| But it doesn’t get noticed in time
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| Don’t cover your eyes if you can’t see
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| Stand on the ground
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| And get out of this weather
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| It’s something I know you need
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| And what makes it alright
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| Doesn’t make it all better
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| What slips through our hands, we keep
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| I can tell you’ve been here before
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| I can tell you’ve been here before
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| Don’t cover your eyes
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| I can tell you’ve been here before
|
| Stand on the ground
|
| And get out of this weather
|
| It’s something I know you need
|
| And what makes it alright
|
| Doesn’t make it all better
|
| What slips through our hands, we keep
|
| Stand on the ground
|
| And get out of this weather
|
| It’s something I know you need
|
| And what makes alright
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| Doesn’t make it all better
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| What slips through our hands, we keep
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| What slips through our hands, we keep |