| Faith in a line of fire of heresy
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| Ashamed to give it another shot
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| Bold moves hardly start out carefully
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| Afraid of becoming something that they’re not
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| Strange old ground got a little too familiar now
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| Stroll on, we don’t belong here
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| Stroll on, we’ll fall apart here
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| Stroll on, we don’t belong here
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| Stroll on, stroll on, stroll on
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| Can you feel the weight on your shoulder lift?
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| Nobody’s holding the line
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| Some doubts just serve as a hypnotist
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| Till hope can wake up your mind
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| Same old sounds getting all a little too familiar now
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| Stroll on, we don’t belong here
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| Stroll on, we’ll fall apart here
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| Stroll on, we don’t belong here
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| Stroll on, stroll on, stroll on
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| And stroll, stroll, stroll on
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| And stroll, stroll, stroll on
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| And stroll, stroll, stroll on
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| Stroll on
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| Stroll on
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| Stroll on
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| Stroll on |