(Verse)
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Our eyes are not the same color
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And our skin is a different shade
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And I donĄŻt know why I mention this
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I am not sure, what IĄŻm trying to say
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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And we are all searching for signs
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Whether we look towards the sky
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Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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Whatever we divine
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Well, I hope that you and I
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Realize that what weĄŻve found it could survive
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So if you reach out your hand, IĄŻll give you mine
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(Verse)
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And the sky, it is a deep crimson
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And the street, it is alive again
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And on your face, there is a new lesson
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One that I canĄŻt pretend IĄŻve learned yet
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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And we are all searching for signs
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Whether we look towards the sky
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Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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Whatever we divine
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Well, I hope that you and I
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Realize that what weĄŻve found it could survive
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So if you reach out your hand, IĄŻll give you mine
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(Verse)
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Now the rain has its own rhythm
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And we dance in a different time
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And I believe that there is some reason
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Why itĄŻs me that you came to find
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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And we are all searching for signs
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Whether we look towards the sky
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Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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Whatever we divine
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Well, I hope that you and I
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Realize that what weĄŻve found it could survive
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So if you reach out your hand, IĄŻll give you mine
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Yeah, when you reach out your hand, IĄŻll give you mine
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Signs
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Ron Pope |