| It all comes down to this
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| How to hold on to life I once had with you
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| An addiction like this
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| The supply slips away without warning
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| Don’t know how to survive
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| I still need you to fill all the voids inside
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| You’re the blood inside
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| You’re the beat of my soul
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| You’re the breath inside
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| You’re the thought that I hold
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| You’re the blood inside
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| You’re the beat of my soul
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| How should I keep time from ticking away
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| Stop tomorrow from coming
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| How can I hold the craving at bay
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| So better off when I didn’t know
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| Coming at me so fast I can’t run
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| Years of minutes of seconds of time
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| Put inside all I am, all I have
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| Pay the toll to hear what’s on my mind
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| Where do I go from here
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| The sun doesn’t rise where I am Spring never rises from fall
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| And the nightingale doesn’t sing
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| Where do I go from here
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| There is no yellow brick road
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| No reference for my dreams
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| And no warmth to hide the cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| What is left for the time that I have
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| What is forward for looking to Every path that I take is washed out
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| Every star is burnt out to follow
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| Passing by me so fast motion slow
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| Years of minutes of seconds of time
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| Generations learning what I know
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| Pay the toll to hear what’s on my mind
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| Where do I go from here
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| The sun doesn’t rise where I am Spring never rises from fall
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| And the nightingale doesn’t sing
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| Where do I go from here
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| There is no yellow brick road
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| No reference for my dreams
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| And no warmth to hide the cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold
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| The cold |