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Meanwhile back in the year one |
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When you belonged to no one |
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You didn't stand a chance son |
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If your pants were undone' |
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Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society |
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One day you'll wake up in the present day |
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A million generations removed from expectations |
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Of being who you really want to be |
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Skating away, skating away, skating away |
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On the thin ice of the new day, ay |
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So as you push off from the shore, won't you turn your head once more |
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And make your peace with everyone |
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For those who choose to stay, will live just one more day |
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To do the things they should have done |
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And as you cross the wilderness a spinning in your emptiness |
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You feel you have to pray |
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Looking for a sign that the universal minds |
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Has written you into the passion play |
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Skating away, skating away, skating away |
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On the thin ice of the new day, ay |
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And as you cross the circle line, well, the ice wall creaks behind |
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You're a rabbit on the run |
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And the silver splinters fly, in the corner of your eye |
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Shining in the setting sun |
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Well, do you ever get the feeling, that the story's too damn real |
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And in the present tense |
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Or that everybody's on the stage and it seems like you're the only |
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Person sitting in the audience |
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Skating away, skating away, skating away |
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On the thin ice of the new day, ay |
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Skating away, skating away, skating away |
