| What you don’t understand is where everything’s leading
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| When all of the signs you see still point to overload
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| As you reach out your hand, a shattered picture’s receding
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| Like tail-lights along that lonesome stretch of broken road
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| 'Cause you’ve been to the past and it’s just a reminder
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| A recollection of faces that will never come to call
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| When you’ve cut through the mask
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| When you’ve been through the grinder
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| Sometimes you forget that you had ever been there at all
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| Up here in room 429
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| Yeah the world ain’t so unkind
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| I want to take you to that empty room tonight
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| In the shadow of doubt, in the crush of an instant
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| Standing in the rain outside my door hand on your knife
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| When you reach a brick wall, there is still a decision
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| Always thought if I had to lose I’d surely choose my life
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| Up here in room 429
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| Yeah the world ain’t so unkind
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| I want to take that empty room tonight
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| We’ll tell the world outside the door
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| That we ain’t never coming back no more
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| I want to stay in here til we turn off the night
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| Til we turn off the night
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| City breathes so softly, everything is sleeping
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| I am at the window silently watching
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| I can see you standing alone against the winter
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| I can hear hear you asking but the streets they are not giving
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| Don’t look to the ocean, restless in its dreaming
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| Dont look to the heavens for they will tell you nothing
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| If living is for learning then dying is forgetting
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| Once we have forgotten the we can go on living
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| In a lifetime of hope, in a second of kindness
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| There is never a doubt that we are born and die alone
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| From within or without there’s no way they can find us
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| When they knock at the door the lights are on but we ain’t home |