Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Now you're back in my arms again
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Let your heart be rearranged
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While you were sleeping the reaper's been reaping
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The times have changed
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Speak softly to me
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You have more power than the bomb
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The tears in your eyes are just medals and prizes
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The war is over
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Miracles will come and go watch it all work out
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But don't give in
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If you should climb to the top of the world
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Just to take it on the chin
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What would would it matter if the world were to shatter
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Is it the world you believe in
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You crawl to the ends of the earth
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As the scenery's caving in
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On knees burnt by gravel the season's unravel
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Your reason for living
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With flesh and blood and small change
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We start a little something new
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Rather lead and be mistaken than following and fakin'
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For the sake of seeming true
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All the stars and satellites shine down on you
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But which will you heed?
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If you should climb to the top of the world
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Just to take it on the chin
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What would would it matter if the world were to shatter
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Is it the world you believe in?
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You crawl to the ends of the earth
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As the scenery's caving in
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On knees burnt by gravel the season's unravel
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Your reason for living
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If I should drown in the light of your eyes
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Well I'd rather die giving
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Walk the line with some grace say it wasn't a race
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Ain't that a reason for living?
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Reason for Living
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