| This highway’s dark and empty
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| Just miles and miles of endless road
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| I’ve got a sickness pounding in my head
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| I’m at the mercy of the ghost
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| What will it take to live as if I would not another day?
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| To live without despair, and to be without disdain
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| How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?
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| What if I could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s life?
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| I sought after, after reasons to stay
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| I was lost, I was lost
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| Then the sky turned black
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| And the rains poured down
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| I was waiting, waiting to be found. |
| oh, no
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| How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?
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| What if I could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s life?
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| Then I would sing all that I could sing
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| Cause that is when, when I feel that I’m not just counting time
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| Oh when I sing all that I can sing
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| Maybe just for a moment things would seem all right
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| Oh when I sing, oh when I sing
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| Oh when I sing, oh when I sing |