| When I’m lost… I find a way.
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| I hear voices. |
| I feel them surround me,
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| Pull me from the edge.
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| I close my eyes and….
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| My luck keeps holding strong,
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| Even when the boot comes down.
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| Waiting for the revolution but there’s no one around except the…
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| Hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
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| There’s always something there watching out for me,
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| If I’m suffocating, it gives me air.
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| Finally now I remember,
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| But where I’m going now, I’m not sure.
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| Only one thing matters much to me anymore.
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| I’m looking for you.
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| Can you imagine? |
| You can’t think.
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| You won’t find a way this time to frighten me.
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| You’re running scared, now,
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| Always looking over your shoulder for a place
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| Where you don’t see my face.
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| But my luck keeps holding so strong,
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| Even with the state I’m in.
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| I’m like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win.
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| Because there’s hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
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| There’s always something there, watching out for me.
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| When I’m suffocating, it gives me air.
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| I’m like a cat with only a few lives left
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| And I’m crawling through the shadows.
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| Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is coming…
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| I feel it’s near. |