| I’m staring up at the clock
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| in a static place in a static time
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| Waiting for my moment to arrive
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| are we running to or are we running from
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| not «we» but «I»
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| We’ll trigger the starting gun but at the finish line
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| there is only one
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| And every second that counts down
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| leaves me wondering why
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| I’ll never escape from the crosshairs of your eyes
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| And it’s been too long
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| since I’ve seen your hands unfold
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| giving up on this release of control
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| You’ve only used them to cover your tracks
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| and bury all the things you could never grasp
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| Is it so hard to comprehend
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| to believe you’re involved in
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| what keeps your eyes wired shut
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| What lets you lead your life without love
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| And it’s been too long since I’ve seen your hands unfold
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| giving up on this release of control
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| You’ve only used them to cover your tracks
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| and bury all the things you could never grasp
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| As you walk down the path you chose alone
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| I hope you find your home
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| more than just four walls, but a place you can call your own
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| I hope you find your home |