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Headin' in or headin' out |
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Standing on the shore |
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Pause a moment to reflect |
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Which trip costs you more |
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Between the ever restless crowds |
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And the silence of your room |
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Spend an hour in no man's land |
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You'll be leaving soon |
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Victims come and victims go |
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There's always lots to spare |
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One victim lives the tragedy |
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One victim stops to stare |
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And still another walks on by |
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Pretending not to see |
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They're all out there in no man's land' |
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Cause it's the safest place to be |
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But sanctuary never comes |
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Without some kind of risk |
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Illusions without freedom |
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Never quite add up to bliss |
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The haunting and the haunted |
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Play a game no one can win |
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The spirits come at midnight |
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And by dawn they're gone again |
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And so it seems our destiny |
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To search and never rest |
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To ride that ever changing wave |
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That never seems to crest |
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To shiver in the darkest night |
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Afraid to make a stand |
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And then go back and do our time |
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Out there in no man's land |
