| Living moments all too quickly
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| My decisions have always haunted me
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| Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open
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| To bleed the evil out of me
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| Watch the train roll forward
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| Running over the rails like a beast from hell
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| I feel myself tied to the tracks
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| Steel and skin, back to back
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| Will this be the end of me?
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| Will this be the last moment I see?
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| Will this be the end of me?
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| Will this be the last moment I see?
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| It’s hard to see clear when you can’t find where you belong
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| So when I lose touch, don’t let me forget, I’m still singing the same song
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| Another cycle passes
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| Sun rise, sun set, again and again
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| No slowing down for me
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| Am I living it up, or dying each day?
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| Will this be the end of me?
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| Will this be the last moment I see?
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| Will this be the end of me?
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| Will this be the last moment I see?
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| It’s hard to see clear when you can’t find where you belong
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| So when I lose touch, don’t let me forget, I’m still singing the same song
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| Living moments all too quickly
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| My decisions have always haunted me
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| Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open
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| To bleed the evil out of me |