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you call it bright |
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and i call it simple |
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and somewhere in the middle is truth |
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you see the hill |
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and i see the castle |
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our front that was united is doomed, ooh |
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you call this brick and mortar |
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i call this sacred skin |
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you see the figure skater |
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i fear the ice is thin and |
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the light is all around us |
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but when we spar, its dim |
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were right here in the middle |
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missing the miracle |
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you see the cloud |
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and i see the lining |
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and somewhere in the middle is sun |
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and you say its greatness |
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and i say bad timing |
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and when we leave the ring, no ones won, ooh |
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i go for the jugular |
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you knock till you get in |
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you hold the loud and raucous |
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and i hear the dropping pin and |
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you run all front and center |
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i whisper paper thin |
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were right here in the middle |
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missing the miracle |
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the winter gets long |
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the rapids get white |
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and what doesnt kill us |
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turns to grey |
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you call this brick and mortar |
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i call this sacred skin |
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you see the figure skater and |
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i fear the ice is thin and |
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the light is all around us |
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but when we spar its dim |
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were right here in the middle |
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missing the miracle |
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missing the miracle |
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(the light is all around us) |
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missing the miracle |
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(the light is all around us) |
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missing the miracle |