| Show me signs, show me billboards
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| Something to guide my way
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| I walk with purpose in darkness
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| Stumble in the light of day
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| So won’t you help me?
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| Won’t you help me out?
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| I’m starting over here
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| And I’m so tired, I can’t stay awake
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| Nothing is safe, but so much at stake
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| When we awake, oh, it’s back to business
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| To the business of hanging on
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| And all these one-way conversations
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| And drinks that don’t quench my thirst
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| I look to you for some answers
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| Your silence, it hangs like a curse
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| So won’t you help me?
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| Won’t you help me out?
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| I’m starting over here
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| And I’m so tired, I can’t stay awake
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| Nothing is safe, but so much at stake
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| When we awake, oh, it’s back to business
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| To the business of hanging on
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| To the business of letting go
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| What you do, you do it slow
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| Cause I could read the lines
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| Read them in your eyes
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| And I’m so tired, I can’t stay awake
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| Nothing is safe, but so much at stake
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| When we awake, oh, it’s back to business
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| To the business of hanging on
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| To the business of growing cold
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| To the business of facing facts
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| To the business of letting go |