| The brakes are gone
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| And the less I think about it, the better
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| It only makes me feel what I don’t want to feel
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| Holding onto memories of you
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| Save me, save me from myself, please
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| The fear I have is real fear
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| That everyone and everything feels
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| It’s not a love thing
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| It’s like a special gift to me
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| Something I wanted
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| But left behind and never found again
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| The sentence doesn’t fit the crime
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| Imprisoned by the gift of time
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| And knowing I’m alone again tonight
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| Awake me, I sleep inside this memory
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| I need to find a new dawn
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| A sun that lights this misery
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| It’s not a love thing
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| It’s like a special wish to me
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| Something I wanted but left behind
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| And never found again
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| And I can see it so clear
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| I know it’s there I try to bring it near
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| I only wanted to believe and hold on
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| The special feeling’s all I have
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| I really feel the meaning of
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| Inner strength might fall away but
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| I know I’ll get it back some day
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| And I can see it so clear
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| I know it’s there I try to bring it near
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| I only wanted to believe and hold on
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| The brakes are gone
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| And the less I think about it, the better |