| She trusts her initial impulse
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| And finds something truly profound
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| She knows the road might be closed for long
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| But time is of no concern
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| My crimes were victimless
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| And I’ve given all that I can give
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| Still I won’t pass the test
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| Still I’m talking to the walls
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| Here in my Sunday best
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| All my decisions are passive
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| Another day of rest
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| Another damage to ignore
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| Halfway through the colonnades we stopped
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| The hesitation had always been there
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| Wonders came and I watched them go again
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| Leaving me naked and cold
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| My crimes were victimless
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| And I’ve given all that I can give
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| Still I won’t pass the test
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| Still I’m talking to the walls
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| Here in my Sunday best
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| All my decisions are passive
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| Another day of rest
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| Another damage to ignore
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| And it’s not too late to leave
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| But I’ll stay for another round
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| Here at the graveyard scene
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| And cast the wishes all aside
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| This ride goes aimlessly
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| And it won’t stop for a new start
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| And it surprises me how I tend to care less over time |