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Headin' out on some uncharted path |
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You soon turn back |
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It happens time and time again |
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You never seem to reach the end |
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Someone's out there on the street tonight |
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When things go wrong |
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He'll guarantee to make them right |
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If the price is right |
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Every time |
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I look you're fallin' fallin' |
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Beaten by the wind |
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Every time |
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I turn around he's there again |
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It's like a full force gale |
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An American storm |
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You're buried far beneath a mountain of cold |
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And you never get warm |
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It's like a wall of mirrors |
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You charge `em at full speed |
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass |
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But you never bleed |
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You never feel the need |
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Everybody casts a certain light |
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A special gift |
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It's theirs to use for wrong or right |
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When you face the night |
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More and more we choose the easy way |
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We take no risks |
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We figure out which games to play |
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And how to make 'em pay |
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Suddenly the pressure's fallin' fallin' |
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Skies have all turned grey |
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Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way |
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It's like a full force gale |
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Atop a mountain of cold |
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You tell your story again and again |
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And it never gets old |
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It's like a wall of mirrors |
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You charge 'em at full speed |
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass |
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But you never bleed |
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You face a full force gale |
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An American storm |
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You're buried beneath a mountain of cold |
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And you never get warm - no you never get warm |
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You face a wall of mirrors |
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You charge 'em at full speed |
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass |
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But you never bleed |
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You never feel the need |
