| You never see clearly, till you stop crying
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| I never found it, until I stopped trying
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| I stumbled upon you, and fell through the ceiling tiles
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| I started a fire to smoke out my treasons
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| I tore down a building to pick up the pieces
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| And now on a clear glass wall, I can see our fate
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| But it’s a little too late
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through
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| Oh, when the clouds above open up through my window
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| I’ll see the sky’s still blue
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| You never hold onto what we believe in
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| I think I've lost you, tell me I'm dreaming
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| Why do we wait to live till we begin to die?
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| I made the incision, I begged and I borrowed
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| I traded my vision for heartache and sorrow
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| But now that I’ve found my sight
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| I finally realize I was born to go blind
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through
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| Oh, when the clouds above open up through my window
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| I’ll see the sky’s still blue
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I’ll see the sky’s still blue
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through
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| Oh, when the clouds above open up through my window
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| I’ll see the sky’s still blue
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through
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| Oh, if you’re hearing this
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| I must have made it through |