| Do you ever
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| Do you ever
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| Wonder why?
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| We need the things we need?
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| Do you ever question?
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| If we’re really guilty
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| Of all our crimes?
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| After all, it’s just between you and me
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| For at the end of the night
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| All that we have is our heart
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| Someday when the battles are done
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| And the great expectations are gone
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| Then maybe
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| Someday when the rat race is run
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| We can finally find out way home
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| Have you ever listened?
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| Ever really listened
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| To what we say?
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| Do we really say what we mean?
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| All the suppositions
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| And the blind ambitions
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| That feed the pain
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| And the wall between you and me
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| There were promises made
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| But promises don’t mean a thing
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| Someday when the battles are done
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| And the great expectations are gone
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| Then maybe
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| Someday when the rat race is run
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| We can finally find out way home
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| Find out way home
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| For at the end of the night
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| All that we have is our heart
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| All that we have is our heart
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| Someday when the battles are done
|
| And the great expectations are gone
|
| Then maybe
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| Someday when the rat race is run
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| We can finally find out way home
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| Maybe
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| Someday
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| When the battles, battles are done
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| Yeah!
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| Someday
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| We can finally find out way home
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| Then maybe
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| Someday
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| When the battles, battles are done
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| Yeah!
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| Someday
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| We can finally find out way home |