| Don’t know where I’m going
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| But I know what to do
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| I don’t know where I’ve been
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| But probably where we’re going to do
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| I don’t know why I seem to find the truth
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| In lions and vines and distant lies
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| We’ve been running for such a long time
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| Now I’m willing to stop and accept it all
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| I’ve been alone too long in the past
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| So you could care a lot
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| We are born from a seed and we come into life
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| We make what we make of this thing called the night
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| And we lie to each other until we become fools
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| And I don’t care what the deal is, I’ll break the rules (sorry)
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| Don’t know where I’m going
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| But I know what to do
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| I don’t know where we’ve been
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| But probably where we’re going to do
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| I don’t know why we seem to find the truth
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| In lions and the fines and the distant lies
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| We’ve been running for such a long time
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| Now I’m willing to stop and accept it all
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| I’ve been alone too long in the past
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| So you could care a lot
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| Good luck we’ve found
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| The light beams 'til we all fall down
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| Good luck I’m gone
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| The night chokes 'til we come to town
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| Good luck we’ve found
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| The light beams 'til we all fall down
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| Good luck I’m gone
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| The night chokes 'til we come to town
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| (Good luck) |