Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun
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In a waking city I'm a loaded gun
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I came home tonight to no one
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Not a sound, then it starts
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Something speaks from the dark
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Not a voice
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Only echoes of a heart
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Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall
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Through a vacant feeling like a distant call
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I hear nothing but the rise and fall
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Not a sound, then it starts
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Something speaks from the dark
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Not a voice
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Only echoes of a heart
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Comes around, close and far
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Deepest place, softest part
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Not a voice
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Only echoes of a heart
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Echoes Of A Heart
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David Mead |