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Look upon a mountain, |
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waitin' on a train. |
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Baby I know what's wrong, |
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and it's still happening. |
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Waiting on my destiny, |
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learning from my abilities. |
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Who was wrong and |
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who was right and |
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do we even know why we are fighting? |
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So take your eyes off of me |
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and look upon the churning sea. |
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(Chorus) |
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Driving towards the daylight, |
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running from the midnight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
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Running from the spotlight, |
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trying to find the daylight, |
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trying to get back home. |
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Rusty strings on my old guitar, |
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speaks volumes of who you are. |
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So never did I think it was you |
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It was me, one of the chosen few |
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Who will it be, oh the next time? |
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Hopefully one with more sense of mind. |
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So where did you go? |
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Always will see, |
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it's a story of you and me. |
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Driving towards the daylight, |
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running from the midnight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
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Running from the spotlight, |
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trying to find the daylight, |
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trying to get back home. |
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(Solo) |
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Driving towards the daylight, |
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running from the midnight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
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Running from the spotlight, |
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trying to find the daylight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
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Driving towards the daylight, |
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running from that midnight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
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Running from the spotlight, |
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trying to find the daylight, |
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trying to get my way home. |
