| As life goes down its twisted path
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| Some things never change
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| The story’s been so overplayed for me
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| What now to think
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| It’s strange to hear you say
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| A comfort known too well, it’s not good bye, it’s just a phrase
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| Give me reason, give me something to
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| Something to keep from burning out
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| Keep holding on to expectations gone bad
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| Riding on this fence of disbelief
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| Stop saying «I»
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| The long and short of it — lost without translation
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| That you’ve used to cover up
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| Whenever it’s too cold outside
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| It died just like the scene
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| An uphill battle fought without the wars and broken dreams
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| If it’s reason, give me something to
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| Something to keep from burning out
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| Keep holding on to expectations gone bad
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| Riding on this fence of disbelief
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| Stop saying «I»
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| We take a long road back and
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| We find it all there, we find it all there
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| In a room where you can hear unsteady tapping from an old man,
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| He’s coming home and, he still tries to sing
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| No one ever understands his songs…
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| If it’s reason, give me something to
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| Something to keep from burning out
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| Keep holding on to expectations gone bad
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| Riding on this fence of disbelief
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| Stop saying «I»
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| (Stop saying «I»)
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| Don’t you want to
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| I think you need too
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| I don’t want to
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| I’ll never need to
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| Ever stop to wonder who am I
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| Stop saying «I» |