Inside the Darkness

words & music by Howard Ashby Kranz

 

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1. We’re all just survivors here  We’re all just trying to get by -

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On some days it feels like we could,  and on those days we try.

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We don’t look much like heroes;  we’ll never be in the big show

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But we cling to our hopes and each other,  because somehow we know

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Chorus: Inside the darkness at the heart of things,

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under the surface, where the silence sings,

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Inside the darkness at the heart of things,

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There’s a light, there’s a light.

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2. We’re just like little children here,  looking for where we belong

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when we finally decide what is right   we are always so wrong.

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Wrong as the empty roadway, wrong as the chains on the door,

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Awkward as a scurrying bird  walking just before it soars.

 

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3. My mama never made love;  Some angel dropped in with the seed

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So I’m kind of birdlike and jumpy and I can’t stop when I bleed.

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In this whole wide world of cousins  I search for the one I can kiss

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if you don’t ask, you don’t get in trouble,  ah but knowledge is bliss!

 

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