So, my friend, we¡¯re left out on our own again.
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Oh yeah, but who knows where we¡¯re goin¡¯.
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Come, we¡¯ll walk the night, we¡¯ll listen
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To all of those no longer with us,
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Calling from some lonely distance.
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Take my hand ? c¡¯mon
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And on we¡¯ll go.
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Take my hand
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Something¡¯s lasted
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There¡¯s a home.
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So, my friend, we¡¯ll head out with our hopes again.
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Oh yeah, we¡¯ll face whatever¡¯s thrown us.
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Come, we¡¯ll walk, we¡¯ll find what lingers
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Of the things that might have been there
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Other dreams of other winters
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Take my hand ? c¡¯mon
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And on we¡¯ll go.
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Take my hand
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Bury the laughter
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There, with the tears we¡¯ve known.
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Trailing our shadows,
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You and me on this road.
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Built of sadness,
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There¡¯s a home.
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It¡¯s our home
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Bury the laughter
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There, with the tears we¡¯ve known.
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You and me, shadows,
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Traveling this long road.
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Built of sadness
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For what¡¯s happened,
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Something¡¯s lasted
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There¡¯s a home.
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It¡¯s our home
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Now we¡¯re home
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There's A Home
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| Duncan Sheik |
