| One blessed instant, thought I’d laid my battles down
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| But once again it’s time to move along
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| Though my body’s aching
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| I spent my time, my precious time
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| When time was all I waited for
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| Scaling every dizzy height
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| To see what lay ahead
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| And they say that strength lies in the heart
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| I say it’s in my wayward attitude
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| The gypsy’s mark engraved upon my brow
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| With all my secret wishes thrown upon the wind
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| Some come true and others never will
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| And some I can’t remember
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| I lost my love, my precious love
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| When love was all I counted on
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| I got too busy hunting down what I held in my hand
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| And they say that strength lies in the bone
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| I say it’s in my stony attitude
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| I walk away and won’t be turned around
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| Stand by the roadside, facing the headlights
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| Wait for the break of dawn
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| Stand by the roadside, facing the headlights
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| Wait for the break of dawn
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| One battle lost and yet another battle’s won
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| Now’s the time to hitch up and be strong
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| Though my heart is breaking
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| We move into those vacancies
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| And never really come to see |
| Our craving runs much deeper than we are prepared to go
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| And tonight I need a star to guide me home
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| I see the moon is on the run
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| I travel light and won’t be far behind
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| Stand by the roadside, facing the headlights
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| Wait for the break of dawn
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| Stand by the roadside, facing the headlights
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| Wait for the break of dawn |