| Disappearing city
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| I leave what’s lost behind
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| And see a new horizon
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| And hear a voice inside say
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| «Are you listening?
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| Are you listening to me?
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| Are you listening?
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| Are you listening?»
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| You’ve been pushing at the wall just to see if it comes crashing down
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| This foundation
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| Is something real you can believe in
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| The coal is burning hot
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| The wheels spin like the thoughts in the mind of the man in the window pane
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| Now I’m feeling caught, I get tied into a knot
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| It’s the riddle of the runaway
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| If all I have I leave behind
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| Then what is left for me to find?
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| Are you listening?
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| Are you listening to me?
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| Or are you pushing at the wall just to see if it comes crashing down?
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| You’ve been trying not to fall but you’ve been standing on some shaky ground
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| Some shaky ground
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| But this foundation
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| Is something real you can believe in (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Yeah, it’s something real you can believe in (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Don’t let me go (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Don’t let me go, no (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| I’m coming home, I’m coming home (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Don’t let me go, no (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Don’t let me (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) |