| I’m not sure my friend, whether you are the one
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| I’m not clear, my friend, whether the time has come
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| Here I stand together, heart like a loaded gun
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| I’m not sure my friend, whether you are the one…
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| You say if only life could be, and then when it is, it doesn’t pretend
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| Scared of laughter, proud of pain
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| Everything is allowed, except for the shame
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| I’m not sure, my friend, whether you are the one
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| I’m not clear, my friend, whether the time has come
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| Round and round we go again, until the race is won
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| Here I stand forever, I want to feel the sun…
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| Speaking lines that write themselves, it’s easy to tell, it’s harder to fail
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| Making room for hand-me-downs
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| We put on the shelves, to take up the space
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| Best to travel but not to arrive, cause when you get to the soul,
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| it can eat you alive
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| Scared of laughter, proud of pain
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| Everything is allowed, except for shame
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| Leave the table, leave the room, but nothing has changed, it’s just
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| point-of-view
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| Speaking lines that write themselves
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| It’s easy to tell…
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| I’m not sure my friend, whether you are the one |