Old man on his way back home late from work today
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Far out on a dirt road, he couldn’t find his way
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With tears in his eyes he knew there’s no one in sight
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And tried to tell himself that it’ll be alright
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Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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If liars can be honest, and right can be wrong
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When you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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You have to stand up before you fall down
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You need to get lost before you get found
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Young girl with a broken heart walking home alone
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Teardrops made of Maybelline on a goodbye note
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And looking down at the shadows on the ground, she almost didn’t see
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A blue eyed man with a flower in his hand
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Walking right out of her dreams
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And she said,
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Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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If liars can be honest and right can be wrong
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When you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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You have to stand up before you fall down
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You need to get lost before you get found
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We’re never gonna know it all
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Like houses we will fall
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And break in stormy weather
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And be put back together better
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We’re never gonna know the way
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Never gonna know which words to say
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And don’t you worry it’ll be okay
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Why’s it always stormy right before the calm?
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Why are we so lonely before it’s said and done?
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Why’s it always darkest right before the dawn?
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If liars can be honest, and right can be wrong
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And when you find a doorway, are you in or are you out?
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You have to stand up before you fall down
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You need to get lost before you get found
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Lost And Found
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| A Rocket To The Moon |
