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There's choice, but what's the choice. |
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A shattering crash, and no-one cares |
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As you fall they look away. A lost, forgotten, slow stay |
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And when the rain comes down, I'll drown |
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My sorrow |
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So who calls the shots? Cos I'm not listening. I'll politely smile and move away |
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So stair cos nothing's happening. You can look all day, it wont change |
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But now I've landed so lost. It's never ending |
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What way is the truth. Can I ever decide |
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At one with all my inner feelings. Do I listen to them, who do I obey |
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The next time you go looking for me. You'll find me, sitting on my own |
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Staring out to sea. I'll be alive, I'll be wired, I'll be in-senses. |
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I'll be thinking of you |
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Staring out to sea, Staring out to see what I can see, I'll be cold, never lost. |
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I might be centuries old. Staring out to sea, staring out to see what I can see |
