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Should we stop, falling to the ground? |
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Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds? |
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Now I have to rummage for a way to make me feel just a little complete. |
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I'm worn out with my weary eyes and what I see, I don't like what I see. |
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Strive, walk away and then run, |
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Further than you are. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you strive. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you are. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you strive. |
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And I'm driving towards a simple life, |
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It's leading me down a one-way street. |
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And when I cross the double lines, |
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I don't think I can pull away from what's ahead. |
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Strive, walk away, run, |
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Further than you are. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you strive. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you are. |
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Walk away, run, |
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Further than you... |
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Stop, falling to the ground. |
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Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds? |
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Do we walk, to forget about the days, |
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That we lost, in the turn of our own ways? |
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Should we stop, falling to the ground? |
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Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds? |
