| Every single step feels like the last
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| Footsteps still sound
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| Like the sound of my head on the floor
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| Wishing away the dark again
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| You’ll sleep well tonight
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| But never in all of my years
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| Have I wished for a god
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| To preside over all that I do
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| Cause I can’t think of
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| Growing oh so old knowing what I did
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| Every single time fails to begin
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| So I question my love
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| For the sound of the trees in the rain
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| Washing over me
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| Like I held it all in my head
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| But never in all of my years
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| Have I wished for a god
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| To preside over all that I do
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| Because I can’t think of
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| Growing oh so old knowing what I did |