Little words said on the back of the bus
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From the little voices rolling softly off little tongues
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Whispering of a time that there was
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When every lost hope and dream were brighter things untouched by the dust
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These are words of good intentions
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What if we could start over?
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The parents give warning to their daughters and sons
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With the smoke and the fears burning quickly inside their lungs
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Oh listen to each other like we should've done
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Dry your tears, open your eyes, and run, oh baby run
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This is a song of good intentions
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What if we could start over?
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The world is not ours to keep
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We borrow it from the ones we leave behind
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And when we're lost to darkened sleep
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What will our children have to remind them...
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Of who we were?
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As we think of ourselves, and not of them
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We're losing it all again
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As time's arrow marches through our skin
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We can relight the fire within
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We'll think of ourselves by thinking of them
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And regain it all again.
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As time's arrow marches through our skin
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We can relight the fire within...
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We can relight the fire within...
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Little Words
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| While We're Up |
