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So it starts like this |
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And ends real quick |
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But what is speed |
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If you don't move an inch? |
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And I tell you |
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I am getting sick of this |
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All the ups and downs |
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The turns and twists |
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All the would of, should of bitterness |
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I carry on my back |
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I'm waiting... waiting |
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But nothing comes |
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No nothing comes of it |
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I'm fading... fading |
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Should turn and run |
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But no I'll wait my turn |
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To be one of the lucky ones |
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In the morning light |
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The sun shines bright |
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There's a brand new chance |
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To make things right |
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But it feels like |
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Every time I take the leap |
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I think I'll end up on my feet |
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But if history tells me anything |
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I'll have bruises on my back |
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I'm waiting... waiting |
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But nothing comes |
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No nothing comes of it |
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I'm fading... fading |
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Should turn and run |
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But no I'll wait my turn |
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To be one of the lucky ones |
