| Where do failed imposters go?
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| Burn the book that says you took the
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| (Hard road, hard road)
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| Autumn, the fog rolls low
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| Over rooftops far below the
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| (Hard road, hard road)
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| Springtime, the vespers chime
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| Blossoms fill the trees that line the
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| (Hard road, hard road)
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| Where did all your worries go?
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| Now I guess we’ll never know
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| How you hit the
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| Well, how you hit the
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| You said «don't let your heart give out»
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| No, I won’t let my heart give out
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| You said «don't let your breath run out»
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| No, I won’t let my breath run out
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| Well it’s true, I push too hard I guess
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| To use whatever fuel is left
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| At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt
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| Well, I really don’t know how we call this peace
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| 'Cause it’s a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars
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| Pleading self-defence but the story’s old
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| Now there’s worth that we’re told
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| There’s a promise on the way, yeah
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| I don’t believe what they say
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| You said «don't let your heart give out»
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| No, I won’t let my heart give out
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| You said «don't let your breath run out»
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| No, I won’t let my breath run out
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| Well, it’s magical, your meaningless
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| Habitual, mundane excess
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| At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt
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| Doubt
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| Now we gotta take it upon ourselves
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| Next time the kick drum starts
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| Drag your mind from the gutter babe
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| All this isolation’s sinister
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| So be kind to yourself
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| There will never be another you
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| There’s just nobody else that’s you
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| You said «don't let your heart give out»
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| No, I won’t let my heart give out
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| You said «don't let your breath run out»
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| No, I won’t let my breath run out
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| Well, it’s true, I push too hard I guess
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| To use whatever fuel is left
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| Yeah it’s true, I push too hard I guess
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| To use whatever fuel is left
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| Yeah it’s true, I push too hard I guess
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| To use whatever fuel is left
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| At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt
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| At it’s best it’s all the art of |