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well, there is a tear
inside the fabric that she is sewing
and the needle pulls the thread
so tight that it won’t let go

yeah, there is a lie
behind the truth that she is showing
it’s a truth that’s so d-mned pretty
she just can’t let it all show

and there is a part
he never told you to the story
about the bomb
exploding deep inside his heart
where every search for words
turns into an, “i’m sorry”
where ever stupid deed
bеcomes a work of art

oh, it’s his work of art
oh, yeah

and we see thе first sign of starlight
oh, look at all those people going home
but if we can make it til sunrise
this liquid night might just have
something we don’t

we don’t need to leave this behind
yeah

oh, there is a constant circle
moving around in the ocean
and every castle made of sand
will be taken down

you know there is a sad
and endless beauty to the notion
that all of those castles will be
singing while they drown
and there is an old man
who’s out walking on the highway
and in his face, a thousand futures
all run out

and when he sees you, he says
“hey, you going my way?”
and you whisper, “yes”
there never was a single doubt

no, there was never a doubt
no, no, no

and we see the first sign of starlight
oh, look at all those people going home
well, if we can make it til sunrise
this liquid night might just have
something we don’t

we dont need to leave it behind

you’re on the outside
i’m on the inside, looking out
you’re on the inside
i’m on the outside, looking in
what if everything that you wished for came true?
what if everything that you wanted, you had?
what if time was yours to use, just the way that you wanted to?
oh, and what if life was in the palm of your hand?

you’re in the outside
i’m on the inside, looking out
you’re on the inside
i’m on the outside, looking in

you’re on the outside
i’m on the inside, looking out
you’re on the inside
i’m on the outside, looking in

and as your streetlight
joins the millions in the city
and all of those city lights
turn secretly to gold

well, sometimes the magic in her blood
it ain’t so pretty
sometimes the heat in all this flesh
can be so cold

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