[Verse 1:]
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Some have to see to believe it,
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Others are blind yet,
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Can feel it.
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The flame burns thick,
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As a wick.
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Dwelling darkness inside,
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Of the withering minds.
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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Is this the part,
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Were we start our lives.
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[Chorus:]
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What a sight for the sore eyes?
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It's getting colder in here,
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It's sobering.
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To see them,
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Shuffle to the back of the line.
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While they suffer in fear,
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The mark that was made it so clear.
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[Verse 2:]
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Quivering thoughts now surround you,
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Engulfed by the tides that we undo.
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The ties that hold shadows at bay,
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Are bound and undone.
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All but the one.
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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Here comes the part,
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Were we start our lives.
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[Chorus:]
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What a sight for the sore eyes?
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It's colder in here,
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It's sobering.
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To see them,
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Shuffle to the back of the line.
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While they suffer in fear,
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The mark that was made it so clear.
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(On the edge I stand,
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Preparing to go but,
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I feel Ive already been here.)
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[Chorus:]
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What a sight for the sore eyes?
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(For the sore eyes.)
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It's colder in here,
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It's sobering.
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To see them,
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Shuffle to the back of the line.
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While they march in with fear,
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The marks that were made,
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Are so clear.
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[Verse 3:]
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So,
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Why does nothing make us wanna try?
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You're too close,
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To look behind.
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Just one touch,
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You can change your mind.
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(What a sight for the sore eyes?)
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[Instrumental Ending]
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Sight For The Sore Eyes
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Broken Iris |