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Whenever I think that I'm losing control |
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Think that my life force will split from my soul |
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Then I feel my future lies under my tongue |
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I wait for a bell which will never be rung |
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I know that I need to step over the line |
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And I feel my roots growing strong over time |
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That's when I start to hear |
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The freeway calling for me |
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Others hear it too |
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We just have to trust |
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That we choose the right traveler |
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From out of the crowd |
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Don't choose the friendly one who's talking too loud |
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Don't choose the one filled with plans but no dreams |
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Don't choose the one who is not what he seems |
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And if you stand still |
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You are traveling too |
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Making it easy for someone to choose you |
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We're all on the run |
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And we all share one voice |
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And integrate while we all make the right choice |
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We chose the right moment |
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And everything clicks |
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You see the way forward and you move just a bit |
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Then you are traveling again for the best |
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Making your next choice |
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As good as the rest |
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If you stand still |
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You are traveling too |
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Making it easy for someone to choose you |
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Maybe you feel |
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Those other eyes upon you |
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Making it easy for someone to choose you |
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Making it easy |
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Traveling, traveling |
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Traveling, traveling |
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You are traveling, traveling |
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If you stand still |
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You are traveling (too), traveling |
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You are traveling, traveling |
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If you stand still |
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You are traveling (too), traveling |
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You are traveling, traveling |
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If you stand still |
