| In a room above a busy street
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| The echoes of a life
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| the fragments and the accidents
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| Separated by incidents
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| Listened to by the walls
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| We share the same spaces
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| Repeated in the corridors
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| Performing the same movements
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| Storey to storey
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| Building to building
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| Street to street
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| We pass each other on the stairs
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| Storey to storey
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| Building to building
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| Street to street
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| We pass each other on the stairs
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| Listened to by the walls
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| We share the same spaces
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| Repeated in the corridors
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| Performing the same movements
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| The nature of your tragedy
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| Is chained around your neck
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| Do you lead or are you led
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| Are U sure that you don’t care
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| There are reasons here to give your life
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| And follow in your way
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| The passion lives to keep your faith
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| Though all are different all are great
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| Climbing as we fall
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| We dare to hold on to our fate
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| And steal away our destiny
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| To catch ourselves with quiet grace
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| Storey to storey
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| Building to building
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| Street to street
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| We pass each other on the stairs
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| Storey to storey
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| Building to building
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| Street to street
|
| We pass each other on the stairs
|
| Listened to by the walls
|
| We share the same spaces
|
| Repeated in the corridors
|
| Performing the same movements
|
| Storey to storey
|
| Building to building
|
| Street to street
|
| We pass each other on the stairs
|
| Storey to storey
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| Building to building
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| Street to street
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| We pass each other on the stairs |