| Do you know, do you know where you really wanna go?
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| Do you see, do you see what you wanna see?
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| Apologies, apologies, now I’m begging on my knees
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| On my knees, on my knees just to let you know
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| This is me, I can’t be someone else
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| I’m alone, I’m alone, sinking further down a hole
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| Down a hole, down a hole where the echoes lead
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| I don’t know, I don’t know how to find a weave and flow
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| Weave and flow, weave and flow, will I ever see?
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| This is me, I can’t be someone else
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| I won’t be someone else
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| Is the the end of the road?
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| Senses been out of control
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| It’s not easy to know
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| What I need, what I need is a reason to believe
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| To believe, to believe, will I ever know?
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| If I leave, if I leave I will feel like a disease
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| A disease, a disease too or let me so
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| This is me, I can’t be someone else
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| This is me, I can’t be someone else
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| I won’t be someone else
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| Is the the end of the road?
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| Senses been out of control
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| It’s not easy to know
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| Is this the end?
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| Where is my home, where is my home?
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| Where is my…
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| Where is my home, where is my home?
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| Where is my…
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| Where is my home, where is my…
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| Where is my home, where is my home?
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| Is the the end of the road?
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| Senses been out of control
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| It’s not easy to know
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| Is this the end?
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| Is the the end of the road? |