| Twin streams of traffic fix the new horizon
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| It could happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere
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| Keep your eyes fixed on the new horizon
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| I could be anyone, anytime, anywhere
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| Wait outside suffering
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| But nothing helps me when
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| I’m without it
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| Realise all hopes are dim
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| And hope that fate decides
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| Turn your back, don’t bare your chin
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| And pray his memory’s lasted one more year
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| Fill your mind with thoughts of sin
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| And hope that fate decides
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| Speak of conquests from within
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| To you your docile side is weak and thin
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| Converts to the cause are few and slim
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| We hope that fate decides
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| Turn your back don’t bare your chin
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| And pray his memory’s lasted one more year
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| Fill your mind with thoughts of sin
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| And hope that fate decides
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| Wait outside suffering
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| But nothing helps me when
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| I’m without it
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| Realise all hopes are dim
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| And hope that fate decides |