| Old man on his way back home late from work today
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| Far out on a dirt road, he couldn’t find his way
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| With tears in his eyes he knew there’s no one in sight
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| And tried to tell himself that it’ll be alright
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| Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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| If liars can be honest, and right can be wrong
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| When you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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| You have to stand up before you fall down
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| You need to get lost before you get found
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| Young girl with a broken heart walking home alone
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| Teardrops made of Maybelline on a goodbye note
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| And looking down at the shadows on the ground, she almost didn’t see
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| A blue eyed man with a flower in his hand
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| Walking right out of her dreams
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| And she said
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| Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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| If liars can be honest and right can be wrong
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| When you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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| You have to stand up before you fall down
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| You need to get lost before you get found
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| We’re never gonna know it all
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| Like houses we will fall
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| And break in stormy weather
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| And be put back together better
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| We’re never gonna know the way
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| Never gonna know which words to say
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| And don’t you worry it’ll be okay
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| Why’s it always stormy right before the calm?
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| Why are we so lonely before it’s said and done?
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| Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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| If liars can be honest, and right can be wrong
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| And when you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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| You have to stand up before you fall down
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| You need to get lost before you get found |