FOR THOUGH WE FALL, WE WILL RISE AGAIN
this is for those feelings you have, this is for those feelings of regret
FOR THOUGH WE FALL, WE WILL RISE AGAIN
you're fine, you'll be home real soon
it's the melody that carries the hope, it's the miracle of you.
and although the time-signature might seem off,
it's opportunities like these that give rise to character
and its character that strengthens our confident expectations of living.
it's opportunities that give rise to character,
and it's moments like these where we discover who we are
few can truly say that really i have lived,
be free, be free with me
wait you gotta hear me out on this, you gotta hear me out, wait hear me out
remember it's what we do that controls how we make it
remember (it's what we do) it's what we do that controls, 
(it's what we do) how we make it
you're fine, you'll be home real soon, it's the melody that carries the hope
it's the miracle of you.
the notes are set, the lights turned on, be yourself it's who you are.
the notes are set, the lights turned on
but you said she gives you enough to keep hanging on,
but enough, enough, enough is enough
do you not even realize what you have, it's not what's out there
but it's what's inside.
it's not what's out there, but it's whats inside.
i know it's hard, it's like a mirror
it's like a mirror that when you look into it, see yourself, 
no one else
such is life, create, when in doubt look up the answers rest above.
what happened to those nights? we would reach out and take it all.
it was never a question we were satisfied.
we'll turn off all the lights in this world,
and leave ours on so you'll know where home is. (it's who you are)
we'll turn off all the lights in this world,
and leave ours on so you'll know where home is 
we'll turn off all the lights in this world,
and leave ours on so you'll know where home is (it's who you are)
we'll turn off all the lights in this world,
and leave ours on so you'll know where home is
you'll always know where home is

The Memory of Running

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The Memory of Running

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