| It’s a coincidence
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| Well, you can talk that way
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| But I have to say I don’t believe in it
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| And with the chill of chance,
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| I decided to dance the days away
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| And I wasn’t worried at all
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| Sneaking through the back door
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| No, I wasn’t worried at all
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| Dreams are what you live for
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| Waiting for the light to turn green
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| Carry me home
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| To the kindest eyes that I’ve ever seen
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| Carry me home
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| Well, can you tell me how will it be now?
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| How will it be?
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| Can you tell me, how will it be now?
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| How will it be?
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| Well we were younger then,
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| And the days were long and slow
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| But were we wiser then?
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| I couldn’t say, I wouldn’t know
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| But I wasn’t worried at all
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| I had someone to run to
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| And I wasn’t worried at all
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| I knew which way the wind blew
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| Counting out the chaos and gloom
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| Carry me home
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| And I watched the ceiling spin round the room
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| Carry me home
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| Well, can you tell me, how will it be now?
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| How will it be?
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| Can you tell me, how will it be now?
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| How will it be?
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| In the real world, how will it be?
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| In a cold world, how will it be?
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| In a lonely world, how will it be?
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| Will the ghosts just stop following me?
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| In the real world, how will it be?
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| In a cold, dead world, how will it be?
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| Beg and crawl, how will it be?
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| Will the ghosts just stop following me?
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| now drawn into the sun
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| He was the only one
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| He cries out to everyone
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| Fot his only son
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| From the window of my room now
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| I can see the color blue now
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| You can’t even look in my eyes now
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| What would you see?
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| If you could look in my eyes now
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| What would you see
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| And so I’ll remember you,
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| I’ll remember the ways, the thousands of ways you pulled me through,
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| And dream of all the things we’ve seen,
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| The thousands of faces the thousands of places we have been,
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| Now you have no phone and you have no name and you have no number,
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| And it comes to an end in the blink of an eye. |