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Help me live a lie |
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While our batteries are running dry |
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Let me wear your face |
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And be somebody else |
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Live it up in another hell |
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Where there's nothing left to say |
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One day |
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I'll be on my way |
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One day |
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Are we chasing the sky |
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As the best years go passing by |
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Pointless, but we don't understand |
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Are we racing for time |
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Like a train that will not arrive? |
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Restless for hours on end |
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Take me for a ride |
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Till the sky is open wide |
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Then make me fall from grace |
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And be somebody else |
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Drop me off in another hell |
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There's nothing, nothing, nothing left to say |
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One day |
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I'll be on my way |
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One day |
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Are we chasing the sky |
|
As the best years go passing by |
|
Pointless, but we don't understand |
|
Are we racing for time |
|
Like a train that will not arrive? |
|
Restless for hours on end |
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(And all out of hand) |
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One day |
|
I'll be on my way |
|
One day |
|
Are we chasing the sky |
|
As the best years go passing by |
|
Pointless, but we don't understand |
|
Are we racing for time |
|
Like a train that will not arrive? |
|
Restless for hours on end |
|
Chasing the sky |
|
As the best years go passing by |
|
Pointless, but we don't understand |
|
Are we racing for time |
|
Like a train that will not arrive? |
|
Restless and all out of hand |
