| It’s a cold, dark and lonely night
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| When you know no way to turn
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| When you’ve gambled the two things you loved and lost
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| It’s the hard and only way to learn
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| When I was young, I though I’d never change
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| But values rarely stay the same
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| Such a drag to go through all of this
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| To see my whole life rearranged
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| I was caught, caught in the crossfire
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| Between you and me and me and her
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| I was caught, caught in the crossfire
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| Between right and left and right and wrong
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| And experience is no comfort now
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| It’s the world of the unknown
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| There’s a road leading through the crowd
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| I’m the man, the man who walks alone
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| From the start, well I had to choose
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| It was for me along to decide
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| It was plain sailing at daybreak
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| By nightfall I was dragged beneath the tide
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| I was caught, caught in the crossfire
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| Between you and me and me and her
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| I was caught, caught in the crossfire
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| About what was right and what it left for me
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| So everyday, keep searching, to find a way
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| And keep moving, to leave this place
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| Drown in sorrow, raise my glass
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| And maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow… |