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Under the streetlights we find our way
Searching for truth in the words we say (yeah,
yeah) We walk through the cold but we feel the heat
Finding the rhythm in a broken beat Lately I've been staring at
the ceiling late at night
Trying to separate the wrong moves from the right
(mmmmm) They say the path is gold but it feels like gray
Just another heavy debt that we gotta pay
But I keep the notebook open and the ink flowing free
We chase after ghosts in the middle of July
Looking for an answer but we never ask why
(why, why?) Every single step is a lesson in disguise
Underneath the surface where the heavy water lies
Under the streetlights we find our way
Searching for truth in the words we say (yeah,
yeah) We walk through the cold but we feel the heat
Finding the rhythm in a broken beat
Finding the rhythm...
Just finding our way (hmmmmm)