| Where would you rather be?
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| Anywhere but here
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| When will the time be right?
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| Anytime but now
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| On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night
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| Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness
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| Bound up and wound up so tight
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| So tight…
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| So many decisions, a million revisions
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| Caught between darkness and light…
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| Wilderness of mirrors
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| World of polished steel
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| Gears and iron chains
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| Turn the grinding wheel
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| I run between the shadows
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| Some are phantoms, some are real
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| Where would you rather be?
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| Anywhere but here
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| When will the time be right?
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| Anytime but now
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| Where would you rather be?
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| The doubt and the fear
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| I know would all disappear
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| Anywhere but here
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| Anywhere but here…
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| On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door
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| The known and the nameless, familiar and faceless
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| My angels and my demons at war
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| At war…
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| Which one will lose depends on what I choose
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| Or maybe which voice I ignore…
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| Wilderness of mirrors
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| Streets of cold desire
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| My precious sense of honor
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| Just a shield of rusty wire
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| I hold against the chaos
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| And the cross of holy fire
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| Where would you rather be?
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| Anywhere but here
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| When will the time be right?
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| Anytime but now
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| Where would you rather be?
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| The doubt and the fear
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| I know would all disappear
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| Anywhere but here
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| Anywhere but here…
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| Wilderness of mirrors
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| So easy to deceive
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| My precious sense of rightness
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| Is sometimes so naive
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| So that which I imagine
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| Is that which I believe
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| On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright
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| Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness
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| I knew which direction was right
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| Was right…
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| The case had been tried by the jury inside
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| The choice between darkness and light…
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| The choice between darkness and light |