This town was a lovers stage, but now you can't recognize
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The street lights that are daggers to your eyes
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You can't find your bearings, you're slipping into the ground
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This scene has no color and no sound
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You still believe in me, after the things I've done,
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You fear for what we have become
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The ground is uneven, we stumble from day to day
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Took shelter where it's easy,
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I know your feet are like lead but you've gotta get on the way.
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Drag your heart up to the starting line,
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Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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It's too easy to get left behind.
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I know you've been kicked around,
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But tie up your thoughts and lay them down on me
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Each heart is a paper kite blown around by the breeze,
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But love won't rest till it brings you to your knees.
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Some find it easy, some will never even know,
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You think you've done your journey
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Then you stumble and burn but there's such a long way to go.
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Drag your heart up to the starting line
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Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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It's too easy to get left behind
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I know you've been kicked around,
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You wanna be lost and not be found,
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Let's take the back way into town
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And drink to the bad times, lay them down on me.
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Girl I still believe in you, you're too good to fall so low
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We're gonna find a better life I know
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Things will be clearer, and soon as we make a start,
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We'll be that much nearer
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We're too old to just stand here waiting to break apart
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Drag your heart up to the starting line
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Forget the ghosts that make you old before your time
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It's too easy to get left behind,
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I know you've been kicked around
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But tie up your thoughts and lay them down on me, on me, on me.
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The Starting Line
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| Keane |
