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There's a picture frame inside those eyes |
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There he stands alone, a boy who cries |
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With an old man standing to my right |
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He's staring at my empty life |
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Go and try to change my mind |
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Thunder rolling down my spine |
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Push along through my wrongs |
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I'm breaking these walls |
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So I stand outside your window |
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With my hands up towards the sky |
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With the hopes of dancing on this street |
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So I wait outside for the taste of heaven |
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There's an answer in the desert sun |
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The vulture cries "the war is won!" |
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On a highway burning my last chance |
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I'm driving fast, I won't look back |
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Go and try to change my mind |
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Thunder rolling down my spine |
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Push along through my wrongs |
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I'm breaking these walls |
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So I stand outside your window |
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With my hands up towards the sky |
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With the hopes of dancing on this street |
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So I wait outside for the taste of heaven |
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Break the silence |
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Truth or violence |
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You chose to let me go |
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You gave me no reason |
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No chance to believe in |
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Only let downs show that I'm still alive |
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So I stand outside your window |
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With my hands up towards the sky |
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With the hopes of dancing on this street |
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So I wait outside for the taste of heaven |
