| There’s an image
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| Running through my head at night
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| Imposing on every thought and keeping me from sleep
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| It’s an image
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| Of myself at seventeen
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| Screaming «your sincerity
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| Masked everything we once believed»
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| Can I retrace my steps back to that place?
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| I knew the truth
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| Well, I knew the truth, yeah
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| I won’t replace my heart for warmer days
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| I know the truth
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| And you know it too
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| While winter takes its toll
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| In hotels and hospitals
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| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe
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| While useless wars are waged
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| And loyalty’s misplaced
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| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe
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| Locked between the vast vacant past and hollow future
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| This is the present tense
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| For failed accomplishments
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| It’s a generation
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| (It's a generation)
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| How did we get here?
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| How did we ever get so lost?
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| Can I retrace my steps back to that place?
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| I knew the truth
|
| Well, I knew the truth, yeah
|
| I won’t replace my heart for warmer days
|
| I know the truth
|
| And you know it too
|
| While winter takes its toll
|
| In hotels and hospitals
|
| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe
|
| While useless wars are waged
|
| And loyalty’s misplaced
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| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe in
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| Go
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| Run for your life
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| Cause in the end
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| Gonna catch up someday
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| Get you someday
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| While winter takes its toll
|
| In hotels and hospitals
|
| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe
|
| While useless wars are waged
|
| And loyalty’s misplaced
|
| I’m still waiting here
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| For something to believe in
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| I’m not waiting anymore |