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Breathing lights upon your past
Telling times to grow apart
I carry you in the palm of my hands
Never letting go of the times that passed

I feel at home
When the lights go down in the dark
And I feel at home
When the lights go down

Pardon my frozen mind
Hiding below what you knew to be
Our very own kind of troubled fear
Behind the spark there is light I hear

I feel at home
When the lights go down in the dark
And I feel at home
When the lights go down


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