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So many questions, but many a less answers... |
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I seem to leap from doubt to doubt |
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Like a blind drifter, |
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And the more I look around the less I recognize this place, |
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This face, these hands, not familiar, but strange; |
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And every step I seem to lose more than I gain, |
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I guess I'll end when I'm back where I began, |
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Just Like this recurrent dream that I used to have |
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The more I run towards you, the further I am.... |
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But If I close my eyes then maybe I'll see you, |
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And If I stop and I count to ten, then maybe I'll reach you, |
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Yes, I'll get there in the end |
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So give me some certainties to easen up the pain, |
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Give me some truths that stand so that I understand, |
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Cause I've got nothing to hold, |
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It's like running water through my fingers, |
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Find me something to keep, to help me sleep... |
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But I wonder maybe you wonder too, |
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And in fact I'm just like the rest, |
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And If that's the case then maybe I've found |
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The one thing that's true |
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This common doubt that unites, |
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That makes us come looking for you. |
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But If I close my eyes then maybe I'll see you, |
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And If I stop and I count to ten, then maybe I'll reach you, |
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Yes, I'll get there in the end. |
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Questions answers questions answers... |
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So many questions, but many a less answers... |
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I seem to leap from doubt to doubt |
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Like a blind drifter, |
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And the more I look around the less I recognize this place, |
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This face, these hands, not familiar, but strange; |
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And every step I seem to lose more than I gain, |
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I guess I'll end when I'm back where I began, |
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Just like this recurrent dream that I used to have |
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The more I run towards you, the further I am.... |
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But If I close my eyes then maybe I'll see ya, |
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And If I stop and I count to ten, then maybe I'll reach ya, |
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Yes, I'll get there in the end |
