| Should we stop, falling to the ground?
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| Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds?
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| Now I have to rummage for a way to make me feel just a little complete
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| I’m worn out with my weary eyes and what I see, I don’t like what I see
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| Strive, walk away and then run
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| Further than you are
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you strive
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you are
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you strive
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| And I’m driving towards a simple life
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| It’s leading me down a one-way street
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| And when I cross the double lines
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| I don’t think I can pull away from what’s ahead
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| Strive, walk away, run
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| Further than you are
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you strive
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you are
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| Walk away, run
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| Further than you…
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| Stop, falling to the ground
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| Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds?
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| Do we walk, to forget about the days
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| That we lost, in the turn of our own ways?
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| Should we stop, falling to the ground?
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| Should we drop, our hands down from the clouds? |