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Falling and spinning, losing and winning, keeping my head |
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Watching for signals, wearisome vigil, |
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Was I misled, I remember you said |
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That you don't want to forget me |
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It doesn't matter which of our fantasies fled |
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Every tomorrow looking to borrow a piece of today |
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Run a bit faster here comes the catcher making his play |
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You had better not stay |
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You will soon be surrounded |
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It doesn't matter which of our fantasies stay |
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Lonely and winsome, calling for someone, living right now |
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Something is shallow, ugly and hollow |
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Doesn't even allow you to want to know how you might |
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Live for the living, and give for the giving |
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Moment by moment, one day at a time |
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It doesn't matter, it's nothing but dreaming anyhow |
