| Monday comes, and it feels like the end of the line
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| There’s nothing to say, there’s nowhere to go
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| There’s no one to listen
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| Monday comes, I decide to reclaim what is mine
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| In spite of myself, I’m dying to know
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| What’s across the road? |
| What’s behind the wall?
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| What’s around the corner?
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| And what will it take 'til I find my way?
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| Will it be today? |
| Will it be too late?
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| Wait 'til you see what’s next
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| Just beyond the hill, just along the river
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| There’s something that’s pulling me out the door
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| Try for something more, try for something great
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| And wait 'til you see what’s next
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| Step by step, when it’s hard just to see or to hear
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| A ripple of doubt, a slack in the pace
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| A small hesitation
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| Step by step, then at last, when the fog starts to clear
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| I open my eyes, I’m ready to see
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| What’s across the road, what’s behind the wall
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| What’s around the corner
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| And what if it’s not what I thought I’d see?
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| What if it’s not for me? |
| Chalk it up to faith
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| And wait 'til you see what’s next
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| Just beyond the hill, just along the river |
| You thought that you knew how the path would turn
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| Something more to learn, open up the gate
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| And wait for the story you’ve never seen
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| Wait for the blue on the bough
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| Wait, there’s a flicker across the screen
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| Coming soon
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| Coming now
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| Just across the road, just behind the wall
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| Just around the corner
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| A new bit of history there to write
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| Something you all might underestimate
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| But wait 'til you see what’s next
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| Just beyond the hill, just along the river
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| We’re perched on the edge of the great abyss
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| What you can’t dismiss or anticipate
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| Just wait, wait 'til you see what’s next
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| (Just across the road, just around the corner)
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| Wait 'til you see what’s next
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| (Just across the road, just around the corner)
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| Wait 'til you see what’s next
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| (Just across the road, just around the corner)
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| Wait 'til you see what’s next |