| Another long last look from the back of the ambulance
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| And a wave goodbye to the quiet Life
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| Now everyday it’s the same sound like a chorus me
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| A book of hymns with a single page, singing
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| No, there’s no coming back from this one, back from this one
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| I know that I’m never coming back from this one
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| I can’t walk away
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| Another long last look while the world falls away from me
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| But I’m not waking up from the dream
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| I’ve been baptized in the desert with the blood of my friends
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| I can hear it calling me
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| And I know
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| There’s no coming back from this one, back from this one
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| I know that I’m never coming back from this one, back from this one
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| No now I’ll never be the same after this one
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| The person that I was is gone
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| And I’m never coming back from this one
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| I can’t walk away
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| You left a big sound
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| Moving through my spirit
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| I looked down through the leaves of my Sycamore Tree
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| Like I was watching a myth hit reality
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| The pieces of a past life lost in the wind
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| Now I can feel it work it’s way into all that I see
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| A future painted by grief
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| A past that reads like a fictional history
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| My sorry echos in between
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| Could you hear it?
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| Like I hear that sound
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| No, there’s no coming back from this one, back from this one
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| I know there’s no coming back from this one
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| No, there’s no coming back from this one
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| I know there’s no coming back from this one
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| I can’t walk away |