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A change of speed, a change of style. |
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A change of scene, with no regrets, |
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A chance to watch, admire the distance, |
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Still occupied, though you forget. |
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Different colours, different shades, |
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Over each mistakes were made. |
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I took the blame. |
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Directionless so plain to see, |
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A loaded gun won't set you free. |
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So you say. |
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We'll share a drink and step outside, |
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An angry voice and one who cried, |
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'We'll give you everything and more, |
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The strain's too much, can't take much more.' |
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I've walked on water, run through fire, |
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Can't seem to feel it anymore. |
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It was me, waiting for me, |
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Hoping for something more, |
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Me, seeing me this time, |
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Hoping for something else. |