| I stretch my foot out to the side
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| Who is it lies here next to me through every night?
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| I reach my hand across the way
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| Who is this person I arrive with as each darkness meets the day?
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| Would I tell them you’re my light?
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| Try to invent the way to say what I know they won’t get right
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| Would I tell them you’re my light?
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| Why ever let our picture go unchaperoned into their minds?
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| I don’t know where we are but I’ve found the way
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| To get here and I know you are here, that’s all I care
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| I don’t know where we are but I’ve found the way
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| To get here and I know you are here, that’s all I care
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| When they ask you, «What do you do?,» what do we do?
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| We go hand in hand into the blackness
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| When they ask you, «What do you do?,» what do we do?
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| We go hand in hand into the blackness
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| See us lean into the night
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| Hold your hand for balance and the dark on all sides
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| We can’t see how far it goes
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| Illuminate a little space as we go towards what we don’t know
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| Would I tell them you’re my light?
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| Try to invent the way to say what I know they won’t get right
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| Would I tell them you’re my light?
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| Why ever let our picture go unchaperoned into their minds?
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| I don’t know where we are but I’ve found the way
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| To get here and I know you are here, that’s all I care
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| I don’t know where we are but I’ve found the way
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| To get here and I know you are here, that’s all I care
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| When they ask you, «What do you do?,» what do we do?
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| We go hand in hand into the blackness
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| When they ask you, «What do you do?,» what do we do?
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| We go hand in hand into the blackness |