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Some people know just what they want |
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They stare straight into the sun |
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And some they stand in no mans land |
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Waving at the devil that they know and the devil that they don't |
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As the gods smile down into the bowl of passions |
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I can feel when the thunder's coming |
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But fate comes quicker than a bullet to the back of the head |
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Halfway across the bridge is when I realise what I've done |
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But I cannot chase the sunset any quicker than I'm going |
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And I'm going like I never begun |
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And I thought that I believed in all the things that you sanctify |
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Bitter is the taste of freedom -more empty than the sky |
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And the taste of freedom is the thing that you won't deny |
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Through the hours of shell-hole desperation |
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Waiting, waiting - out here in no mans land |
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Waving at the devil that I know and the devil that I don't |
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More empty than the sky |