| In the shadows I’m lost
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| I cannot find my way home
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| I can’t breathe, I’m afraid
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| But I need to be strong
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| It is written in stone so I have to move on
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| No matter if I’m right or wrong
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| I remember your scent and every word that you said
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| I recall all the whispers and the tunes that we played
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| Oh please, don’t you forget the promises we made
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| Oh I’m hanging on the wire of my mistakes
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| Living on the edge sometimes can pay
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| I’m waiting for you
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| We’ll try to do it right next time around
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| Hear my call in the rain
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| I’m feeling something strong deep inside, under my skin
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| It’s not over, not over, not again
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| Are you thinking of me walking along the strand?
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| Will you wait there for me to lend me a hand?
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| Will we meet once again in a promised land?
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| We’ll be together in the end
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| We can’t live in the past 'cause the future is near
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| The present is tough, I know
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| Things are so unclear
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| I’m hanging on the wire of my mistakes
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| Living on the edge sometimes can pay
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| I’m waiting for you
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| We’ll try to do it right next time around
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| Hear my call in the rain
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| I’m feeling something strong deep inside, under my skin
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| It’s not over, not over, not again
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| Hear my call in the rain
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| I’m feeling something strong deep inside, under my skin
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| It’s not over, not over, not again
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| Hear my call in the rain
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| I’m feeling something strong deep inside, under my skin
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| It’s not over, not over, not again
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| Hear my call in the rain
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| I’m feeling something strong deep inside, under my skin
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| It’s not over, not over, not again
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| I feel you under my skin
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| Nowhere to hide
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| No gods to pray to
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| No time to waste
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| Why don’t you hear my call? |