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Times were changing |
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Eighteen years and fading |
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Ain't a lot of time left to be a star |
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On an island |
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All alone and dying |
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Walk upon the water |
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But you won't get far |
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Dreams and visions |
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Tied into decisions |
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Saw you on a postcard |
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From the other side |
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Hope and glitter |
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Never feeling bitter |
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Walk upon the water |
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Just to be your bride |
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Don't tell me now |
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That there is nothing more |
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There is a how |
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Just like there is a door |
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And if there's not to be another way |
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You tell me why |
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Why |
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Why |
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Stay and follow |
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If the words are hollow |
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Gotta' go along |
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Cause it's all you got |
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Each day earn them |
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Turn around and burn them |
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Think your fitting in |
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But you hope you're not |
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Neatly drowning |
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Every drink your downing |
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If you drink enough |
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You'll forget the game |
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Each illusion |
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Wrapped in absolution |
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Live your life in weekends |
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But it's not the same |
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Don't tell me now |
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That there is nothing more |
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There is a how |
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Just like there is a door |
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And if there's not to be another way |
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You tell me why |
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Why |
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Why |
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Why |
