| Standing in the line at the bus stop
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| Two hearts in the crowd wondering where to go
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| Do we jump or stay the distance, I don’t know
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| But I can tell that your mind is moving
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| Are you afraid of «what if"s?
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| Scared of «I told you so"s?
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| I guess a heart never knows where the road goes
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| But I think we’re made of something that others only fake
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| But let me know before it gets to late
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| Do you wanna take a ride
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| Headlights on the far horizon
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| Have a couple of stories when we are old
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| Do you wanna take a step with a chance of never going back?
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| Never have to be sorry when we are old
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| You’re making up your mind at the bus stop
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| You close your eyes and say «don't let me go»
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| As the daylight fades in the afterglow
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| Maybe it’s all that we dreamed of
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| Maybe it’s a lie or a long shot
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| But nothing happens here at the bus stop
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| Bus stop
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| Bus stop
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| Do you wanna take a ride
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| Headlights on the far horizon
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| Have a couple of stories when we are old
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| Do you wanna take a step with a chance of never going back?
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| Never have to be sorry when we are old
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| The bus is pulling over it isn’t gonna wait
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| So if we’re made of something that others only fake
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| Chanses are we’ll get there
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| What do you say
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| So do you wanna take a ride
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| Headlights on the far horizon
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| Have a couple of stories when we are old
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| Do you wanna take a step with a chance of never going back?
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| Never have to be sorry when we are old
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| Do you wanna take a ride
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| Headlights on the far horizon
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| Have a couple of stories when we are old
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| Do you wanna take a step with a chance of never going back?
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| Never have to be sorry when we are old |