| Out of reach, out of reason
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| Wheels over water, spin out of control
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| The sky was falling when I left the scene
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| My feet they run, my heart it stalls
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| And I am falling far behind
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| My own story, my own life
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| And I watch it pass
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| As if I am on the outside
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| Every sorrow laced with springtime
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| Tell me something beautiful again
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| Give me sparrow wings and clear eyes
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| To break the empty silence in my head
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| Cause I am falling far behind
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| My own story, my own life
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| And I watch it pass
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| As if I am on the outside
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| Through the tiny windows of this submarine
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| I can see our history at the curb
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| I come up for air I need the space to breathe
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| Open the cage and set free the bird
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| And I am falling far behind
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| My own story, my own life
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| And I watch it pass
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| As if I am on the outside
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| On the outside
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| On the outside |