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Lights are out now and we are freezing |
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Smell the sense of gasoline, no oxygene |
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In the air that we have been breathing |
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In and out for more than two weeks now |
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Hey boy, I don't really know what to do now |
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I don't really know what to feel now |
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Is this where we want to be |
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Is this the beginning |
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Hey boy, wake me up and I will see now |
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I'm like you and you're like me boy |
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Is this where we want to be |
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Is this the beginning |
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Searching deeper to know what honesty is |
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It feels harder, but have I ever been as close as this |
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The river seems blacker but soon it'll start |
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Snowing again, turn things brighter again 'cause |
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Hey boy... |
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Rushing through the wind that blows our |
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Fingers into ice cold and my lashes into snow |
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We're heading home, though it's way too cold |
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We're heading home |
