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Danger I've been told to expect it |
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I begin my descent down the cold granite steps |
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And who could have turned among those I confide in? |
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I think that I know what I haven't known yet |
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'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day |
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When your reaching just pushes it further away now |
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With your past and your future precisely divided |
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Am I at that moment? I haven't decided, I haven't decided |
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And stretching out into the sea Aquitana |
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Is that what the prophet told me he saw? |
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You gave it to me but I really don't want it |
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I came out on top by the luck of the draw |
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'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day |
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When your reaching just pushes it further away now |
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And what's the return on the faith I've provided? |
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I think that I know now but I haven't decided |
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Don't take another, don't take another, don't take another step |
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Don't blame it on yourself |
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You lay on your brother while your sleeping |
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You'll wake up in the morning and be gone |
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Don't take another, don't take another, don't take another step |
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Don't blame it on yourself |
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You lay on your brother while your sleeping |
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You'll wake up in the morning and be gone |
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Don't take another step |
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Don't blame it on yourself |
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You lay on your brother while your sleeping |
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Wake up in the morning and be gone |
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