Flynn:
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Head held high
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Eyes down, running on the way
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Sun has died
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Cloud running on the way right here
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Paul:
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Here's running in this
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Here's running down to skies
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Down to the wire
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Our last touch
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Will you remember?
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Will you remember us?
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I see it in your eyes
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Through what we lost!
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We were lost!
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Now I'm holding on to what we were
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And it's only a particle of what we are now
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Still I remember the fear that we left behind
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Wondering how we lost touch
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Will you remember that everything else has died?
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The affliction that we hide
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From all we lost!
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We were lost!
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Now I'm holding on to what we were
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And it's only a particle of what we are now
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It takes fear and doubt to work it out
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Even when it feels I'm face against the ground
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Flynn:
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We won't talk
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Last words floating on the way
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Heart gets dark
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Signs losing into day, drown(?)
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Paul:
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Now I'm holding on to what we were
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And it's only a particle of what we are now
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Here alone I lay
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Dreaming I'm awake
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Just enough to feel you beating...
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Eyes Down
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| The Butterfly Effect |
