| There’s choice, but what’s the choice.
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| A shattering crash, and no-one cares
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| As you fall they look away. |
| A lost, forgotten, slow stay
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| And when the rain comes down, I’ll drown
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| My sorrow
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| So who calls the shots? |
| Cos I’m not listening. |
| I’ll politely smile and move away
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| So stair cos nothing’s happening. |
| You can look all day, it wont change
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| But now I’ve landed so lost. |
| It’s never ending
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| What way is the truth. |
| Can I ever decide
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| At one with all my inner feelings. |
| Do I listen to them, who do I obey
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| The next time you go looking for me. |
| You’ll find me, sitting on my own
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| Staring out to sea. |
| I’ll be alive, I’ll be wired, I’ll be in-senses.
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| Staring out to sea, Staring out to see what I can see, I’ll be cold, never lost.
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| I might be centuries old. |
| Staring out to sea, staring out to see what I can see |