| Sometimes I get tired of waking up on my own,
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| And sometimes I feel like I want to go home,
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| But the cars they keep on driving,
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| Down a road that doesn’t seem to end.
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| So we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
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| Living wide screen but what good is it though,
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| When life gets narrower the further you go,
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| Suns set before they rise.
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| It’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
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| It’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
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| It’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
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| And there when I close my eyes.
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| Sometimes its hard to know the way to go,
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| When the waters rise around you,
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| And the fire rages down below.
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| So we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
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| Living wide screen but what good is it though,
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| When life gets narrower the further you go,
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| Suns set before they rise.
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| It’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
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| It’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
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| It’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
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| And there when I close my eyes.
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| oh oh oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh oh oh
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| Cos we’re bullets and we’re fired from shotguns flying through birthdays and
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| new years,
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| Yeah we’re rolling stones but the moss keeps growing round our hearts and our
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| eyes and our ears,
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| Cos we’re bullets and we’re fired from shotguns flying through birthdays and
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| new years,
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| Yeah we’re rolling stones but the moss keeps growing round our hearts and our
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| eyes and our ears.
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| So we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
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| Living wide screen but what good is it though,
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| When life gets narrower the further you go,
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| Suns set before they rise.
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| It’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
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| It’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
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| It’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
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| And there when I close my eyes,
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| There when I close my eyes,
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| Only there when I close my eyes. |