| Running out of time better get out or get in
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| Days are slipping by I won't wait to begin
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| 'Cos I'm losing all my feathers in the wind
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| Digging out a memory of who I was before
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| Of how I got involved in this endless war
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| The ones who win don't always need it more
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| I'm ready for release
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| I'm waiting for the pain to come
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| I'm begging to believe
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| Hailstorms coming, baby bring it on
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| I'm waiting for the blow
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| I'm reaching out to take what's mine
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| Whichever way it rolls
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| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time
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| Staring in a mirror doesn't get you very far
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| The people that I'm looking for are out in the dark
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| Under city lights you don't see many stars
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| Crushing out a cigarette is all that I've done
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| Called in all my favours, watched my bridges burn
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| I'm stepping out, never to return
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| I'm ready for release
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| I'm waiting for the pain to come
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| I'm begging to believe
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| Hailstorms coming, baby bring it on
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| I'm waiting for the blow
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| I'm reaching out to take what's mine
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| Whichever way it rolls
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| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time
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| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time
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| Dance my way through hailstorms any time |