The air we breathe the coldest nights
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The darkest fears I know
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Believing that we'll make it home.
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And all the lights and all the roads
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Are covered now in snow
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But through it all we¡¯re not alone.
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I won¡¯t be low
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We¡¯ll make it out alive
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We¡¯ll be alright.
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Here we are by ourselves
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The story we could tell
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Is enough to keep them listening
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This plot unwinds itself
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To fill the spaces on their shelf
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This chapter we don't know
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We¡¯ll keep on writing as we go
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Just to show that we mean it when we say
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That we¡¯re going our own way.
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I won¡¯t be low
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We¡¯ll make it out alive
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We¡¯re calling out and taking our time
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So that you know as long as we¡¯re together we¡¯ll be alright.
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Air We Breathe
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