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Words that we say could all be lies someday |
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Scattered to the wind, I don't know |
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Things that we trust could crumble into dust |
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No one can really say it ain't so |
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When you go over a mountain |
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When you're looking down the road |
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When you think you're going backwards |
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It's all in vain, it seems insane |
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When you ask, nobody knows |
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If our actions seem in doubt |
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By the way we move about |
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Seems like we're always on the run |
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Our mark is just a scratch |
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Like holding up a match |
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And trying to see the burn against the sun |
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When we're going over a mountain |
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When we're looking down the road |
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If you think you're going backwards |
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It's all in vain, it seems insane |
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When you ask, nobody knows |
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When all our days are gone |
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You can catch us with a song |
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Something that seemed almost right |
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We've known love and joy |
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Eternity's been our toy |
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Something to play with in the night |
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When we're going over a mountain |
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When we're looking down the road |
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If you think you're going backwards |
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It's all in vain, it seems insane |
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When you ask, nobody knows |
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When I go over my mountain |
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When I'm looking down the road |
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If I think I'm going backwards |
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It's all in vain, it seems insane |
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When I ask, nobody knows |