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70 lines
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She got down on hands and knees
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One ear against the ground
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Holding her breath to hear something
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But the dirt made not a sound, tonight
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Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores
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Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more
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And so it goes
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But still we give ourselves to this
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We can't spend our lives waiting to live
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On cold nights
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In a prayer for dawn
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The daylight
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Isn't what she wants
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The concrete
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Calls my name again
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I'm falling
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Through the cracks I slip
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The postcard says wish you were here
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But I'd rather I was there
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Holding on to the simple things before they disappear
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That's what I meant
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But that was then, and this is now
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I'll make it up to you somehow
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On cold nights
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In a prayer for dawn
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The daylight
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Isn't what she wants
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The concrete
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Calls my name again
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I'm falling
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Through the cracks I slip
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A destination, a fading smile
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Another station, another mile
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Another day gone, I swore that I will
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Be there before dawn
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So be there, I will...
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She got down on hands and knees
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One ear against the ground
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Holding her breath to hear something
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Anything at all
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The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home"
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On cold nights
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In a prayer for dawn
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The daylight
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Isn't what she wants
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The concrete
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Calls my name again
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I'm falling
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Through the cracks I slip, I slip...
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Through the cracks I slip... (Through the cracks I slip...)
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Through the cracks I slip...
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________________________
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Name The Dirt Whispered
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Artist Rise Against
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Album Appeal To Reason
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