| The great unknown
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| You got out, never to return to
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| Those hearts of stone
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| You should know that you don’t belong
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| And the sun in the morning silence reminds you of home
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| When you hit those streets tonight
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| And there’s no relieve in sight
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| You should know that you could call on me
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| When you’ve driven to extremes
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| And nothing’s as it seems
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| Still unpack unseen
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| Your suitcase full of dreams
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| Full of dreams
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| Who would say that you hate all the sadness
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| Queen for life
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| They would say that you survived the madness
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| But at what price?
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| You should know that you don’t belong
|
| And the sun in the morning silence reminds you of home
|
| When you hit those streets tonight
|
| And there’s no relieve in sight
|
| You should know that you could call on me
|
| When you’ve driven to extremes
|
| And nothing’s as it seems
|
| Still unpack unseen
|
| Your suitcase full of dreams
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| Full of dreams
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| Blinding light
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| Hazy eyes
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| Crazy nights
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| Surround you
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| When you hit those streets tonight
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| And there’s no relieve in sight
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| You should know that you could call on me
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| When you’ve driven to extremes
|
| And nothing’s as it seems
|
| Still unpack unseen
|
| Your suitcase full of dreams
|
| Full of dreams
|
| Your suitcase full of dreams
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| Full of dreams
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| Your suitcase full of dreams
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| Full of dreams
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| Your suitcase full of dreams
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| Full of dreams |