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We're staring down constantly |
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With palms open and resting feet |
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Glancing up once and a while |
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To find some sense of reconcile |
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Open our eyes to see what's left |
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Looking for just one sign of breath |
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As soon as we think it's okay |
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We'll head our separate ways |
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What are we waiting for? |
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What are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |
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Slowly but surely I'm turning this around |
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But there is something that I haven't found |
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Sooner or later you will be finding out |
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound |
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Theres something that's been calling me |
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I feel that I'm still incomplete |
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Without knowing what I expect |
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There's no way that I can perfect |
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We hesitate with every breath |
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Just one step closer to our death |
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We're anxious just to take a glance |
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This could be our last chance |
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What are we waiting for? |
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What are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |
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Slowly but surely I'm turning this around |
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But there is something that I haven't found |
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Sooner or later you will be finding out |
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound |
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound |
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What are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |
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What are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |
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What are we waiting for? |
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What are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |
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What are we waiting for? |
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound |
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What are we waiting for? |
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Sooner or later isn't so safe and sound |
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Oh, what are we waiting for? |
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There's knocking at our door |