| Danger I’ve been told to expect it
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| I begin my descent down the cold granite steps
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| And who could have turned among those I confide in?
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| I think that I know what I haven’t known yet
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| 'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
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| When your reaching just pushes it further away now
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| With your past and your future precisely divided
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| Am I at that moment? |
| I haven’t decided, I haven’t decided
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| And stretching out into the sea Aquitana
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| Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
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| You gave it to me but I really don’t want it
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| I came out on top by the luck of the draw
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| 'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
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| When your reaching just pushes it further away now
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| And what’s the return on the faith I’ve provided?
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| I think that I know now but I haven’t decided
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| Don’t take another, don’t take another, don’t take another step
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| Don’t blame it on yourself
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| You lay on your brother while your sleeping
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| You’ll wake up in the morning and be gone
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| Don’t take another, don’t take another, don’t take another step
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| Don’t blame it on yourself
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| You lay on your brother while your sleeping
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| You’ll wake up in the morning and be gone
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| Don’t take another step
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| Don’t blame it on yourself
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| You lay on your brother while your sleeping
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| Wake up in the morning and be gone |