| I’m racking my brains, the odds are stacking against me
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| My back’s up against the wall
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| And I don’t know where to go over the stony ground
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| My responses are breaking down
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| Too long I’ve had this feeling
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| Turning around and around, going up and down
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| And I’m beginning to lose my reason
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| Don’t know where to go, but I see that I can’t hide
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| This should be the part of the story
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| Where the good guy comes and steals my heart away
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| 'Cause maybe he is the only one
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| To keep me from breaking down
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| This should be the part of the story
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| Where the good guy comes and steals my heart away
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| 'Cause maybe he is the only one
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| To keep me from breaking down
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| Time has no meaning, the seconds go crashing by
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| (it) takes all of my breath to sigh
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| I can’t see me finding my way through another day
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| Is this here to stay?
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| Deep inside I can see no way out
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| Of this lonely room, my despair might gloom
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| The four walls are closing in on me
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| Don’t know where to run, but I see that I can’t hide
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| This should be the part of the story
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| Where the good guy comes and steals my heart away
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| 'Cause maybe he is the only one to keep me from breaking down
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| This should be the part of the story
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| Where the good guy comes and steals my heart away
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| 'Cause maybe he is the only one to keep me from breaking down |