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The waves on the shore, can't be ignored |
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Soon they're all around you |
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The cavalry fail, they've all gone |
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But you're holding on |
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Somehow is not what you asked for |
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Why do you cry in the mornig |
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When the line is just forming |
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I know you think I'm just carrying on |
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When I've been where you're going |
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And it's not worth knowing |
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Burning the days I'm just carrying on |
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The search for the way, to harvest the pain |
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'Cause all of is contagious |
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Knowing your head, no control of what you let go |
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Sometimes, it's not what you dreamed of |
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Why do you cry in the morning |
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When the line is just forming |
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I know you think I'm just carrying on |
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When I've been where you're going |
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And it's not worth knowing |
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Burning the days I'm just carrying on |
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And after all that you've forgotten |
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You still don't understand |
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You think the world broke it's promise |
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But it just slipped right through your hands |
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Tell me why do you cry in the mornig |
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When the line is just forming |
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I know you think I'm just carrying on |
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But I've been where you're going |
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And it's not worth knowing |
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Burning the days I'm just carrying on |
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Oh carrying on |
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The waves on the shore |
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Can't be ignored |
