| It seems the rains come down again, a waiting room you’re laying in
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| So the walls start giving in, and you can’t change anything
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| I call you out you disappear, I come around, you’re never here
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| Left your t-shirt on the floor, left your conscience near the door
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| Your friends get taller, rooms get smaller
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| It seems it’s all a game you’re playing in
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| And waves start crashing, lights star flashing
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| Something happens it all comes to an end, yeah
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| And they tell you it makes you stronger
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| But the road keeps getting longer
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| And you never stop running till the end
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| And I just wanna make it better
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| I’ll do anything to remember
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| And then you forget it all again
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| It’s not a joke, it’s not pretend, the path you walk it never ends
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| And we all start losing you, cause we just can’t find the truth
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| You’re stuck in what you could become, it’s like a race you’ve never won
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| And it’s just a little faith, that could make it all okay
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| Your friends get taller, rooms get smaller
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| Seems it’s all a game you’re playing in
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| And waves start crashing, lights star flashing
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| Something happens it all comes to an end, yeah
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| And they tell you it makes you stronger
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| But the road keeps getting longer
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| And you never stop running till the end
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| And I just wanna make it better
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| I’ll do anything to remember
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| And then you forget it all again
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| Now you’ve gone six miles in a rental car
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| And you’ve crashed down at a local bar with a black book
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| Filled with all the names you lost
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| And on your left hand there’s a written word
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| With the small sign of a different girl
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| And the sun sets on the place you could have gone
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| I’m not giving up, and I never said I was
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| I’m not letting go, not leaving you all alone
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| And they tell you it makes you stronger
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| But the road keeps getting longer
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| And you never stop running till the end
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| And I just wanna make it better
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| I’ll do anything to remember
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| And then you forget it all again
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| Now you’ve gone six miles in a rental car
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| And you crashed down at a local bar with a black book
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| Filled with all the names you lost
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| And on your left hand there’s a written word
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| With the small sign of a different girl
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| And the sun sets on the place you could have gone
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| Now you’ve gone six miles in a rental car
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| And you crashed down at a local bar with a black book
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| Filled with all the names you lost
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| And on your left hand there’s a written word
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| With the small sign of a different girl
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| And the sun sets on the place you could have gone |