| Looking at the road that rises up ahead,
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| I thought I’d learned a thing or two…
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| But this is where it’s all made new, and I-
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| I gotta throw my hands up
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| ‘Cause I can’t go on if I can’t stop.
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| Look,
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| The leaves are dead…
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| The moments gone, there’s no surrender;
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| Forever now unsaid,
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| The words that might have warmed December.
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| It’s all inside your head,
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| Like fragments of a dream you remember,
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| So never mind your clever mind, never mind me.
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| Staring at the ceiling from my bed,
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| I thought I’d earned a chance or few…
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| I thought I’d be paid in due
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| Time isn’t made for waiting,
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| And past isn’t worth debating.
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| Look,
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| The leaves are dead…
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| Feeling like a fool again…
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| Just need a new direction,
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| A new beginning, new beginning…
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| I can’t hold back and I can’t hold on,
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| It’s all about gratification;
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| See me running, see me running…
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| Look,
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| The leaves are dead… |