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Twin streams of traffic fix the new horizon |
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It could happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere |
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Keep your eyes fixed on the new horizon |
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I could be anyone, anytime, anywhere |
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Wait outside suffering |
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But nothing helps me when |
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I'm without it |
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Realise all hopes are dim |
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And hope that fate decides |
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Turn your back, don't bare your chin |
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And pray his memory's lasted one more year |
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Fill your mind with thoughts of sin |
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And hope that fate decides |
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Speak of conquests from within |
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To you your docile side is weak and thin |
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Converts to the cause are few and slim |
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We hope that fate decides |
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Turn your back don't bare your chin |
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And pray his memory's lasted one more year |
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Fill your mind with thoughts of sin |
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And hope that fate decides |
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Wait outside suffering |
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But nothing helps me when |
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I'm without it |
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Realise all hopes are dim |
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And hope that fate decides |