| Are you coming down to watch me go?
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| There’s something wrong about this road
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| The way it turns
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| Lady Luck played us out
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| There’s something naked out of touch
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| Something’s fading, something’s lost
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| Is that alright?
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| Nothing is here to grow
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| Who was I a week ago?
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| I don’t think I’ll ever know
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| But it’s alright
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| Everything’s changing
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| Just hold your breath and you will find
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| There’s a way to leave it all behind
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| We are the common divided
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| With the thunder rolling from the sea
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| There’s a storm that hits, so sing with me
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| This is where we used to turn
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| It brings another stain to the curve
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| I wipe my eyes
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| The colors are fading slow
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| Are you coming down to watch me go?
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| Lights are blinding on this road
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| I’m losing touch
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| When do I hit the ground?
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever sleep
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| Lay another hand on me
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| 'Cause it’s alright
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| Everything’s changing
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| Just hold your breath and you will find
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| There’s a way to leave it all behind
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| We are the common divided
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| With the thunder rolling from the sea
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| There’s a storm that hits, so sing with me
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Are you coming to see me rise?
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| I don’t think you can
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| And I don’t think you will, no
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| Are you coming to see me rise?
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| I don’t think you can
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| And I don’t think you will
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| Just hold your breath and you will find
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| There’s a way to leave it all behind
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| We are the common divided
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| With the thunder rolling from the sea
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| There’s a storm that hits so sing with me
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh!
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| Whoa-oh… |