Lift the stone,
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It can't be left alone
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If I hide underneath
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I give in
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Turn the page
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And forgive all my rage
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And my pride at belief
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I can win
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All is good,
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All is great,
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And it's never too late
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I will live to see another day
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The rising sun is sure to come
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And I can hide,
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But I can't run
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And fingertips
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On dried out lips
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Reminding, too, that they are
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One and the same,
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But go by many names
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To answer each of them is not a choice
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So live unknown
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Until you find a home
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Until you find a way to use your voice
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All is good,
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All is great
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And it's never too late
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You will live to see another day
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The rising sun is sure to come
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And you can hide,
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But you can't run
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And fingertips
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On dried out lips
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Reminding, too, that they are
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Only running round in circles every time
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And it won't end
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Until they understand
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And I've been waiting for that moment on the line
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And it won't bend
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So take me by the hand
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The rising sun is sure to come
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And we can hide,
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But we can't run
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And fingertips
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On dried out lips
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Reminding, too, that they are one
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And all that's passed
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Will make it last
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If you never find a way
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To remember my name
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Remember My Name
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Two Door Cinema Club |