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It's taken a lifetime to lose my way |
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A lifetime of yesterdays |
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All the wasted time on my hands |
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Turns to sand |
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And fades in the wind |
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Crossing lines |
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Small crimes |
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Taking back what is mine |
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I'm fine in the fire |
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I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
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I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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So lost for so long |
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To find to my way |
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I failed to follow |
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I'm out of place |
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Crossing lines |
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Small crimes |
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Taking back what is mine |
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I'm fine in the fire |
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I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
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I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
|
I feed on the friction |
|
I'm right where I should be |
|
Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
|
I feed on the friction |
|
I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
|
I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
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I'm fine in the fire |
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I feed on the friction |
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I'm right where I should be |
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Don't try and fix me |
