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Everything to decide |
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It's time |
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I came up with some answers before |
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I can carry on |
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It's time |
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I made my mind up before we can go along |
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And I thought it was so simple |
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And I knew that it could be so fine |
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I know that the places that everything comes |
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Rose beds scattered across the lawn |
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Like the squares at |
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Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling |
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Small children in search of lost tennis balls |
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Seeing everything and giving their all |
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I used to be scared of heights |
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I used to get dizzy |
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I never felt safe with my feet on the ground |
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They said that up there the air would be clearer |
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They said more space and more room to breathe |
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Everything to the side |
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I knew that something would happen |
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It's better off than being alive |
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I knew the standards decline |
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I knew that we had to decide |
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All the places, that's all we'd ever seen |
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And the place that we thought about |
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And the road that you travel has never been seen |
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Rose beds scattered across the lawn |
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Like the squares of |
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Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling |
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Small children in search of lost tennis balls |
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Giving everything and giving it all |
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I used to think everything was coming up roses |
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But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet |
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I couldn't see the trees ' |
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Cause my forest was burning |
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I couldn't see the bridges for the fire in my eyes |
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They sold me the view from the hill |
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Sold me the view from the hill |
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They said that up there the air would be clearer |
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They said there'd be more space and more room to breathe |
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I used to be scared of heights |
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I used to get dizzy |
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They sold me the view from the hill |
