| Between love we make divide, navigate
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| Confusion translates what you can’t explain
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| Though line are not the face
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| Are your eyes not ashamed?
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| Of past now to drink if tired and wandering
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| In circles that spin down-spiralled toward sin
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| It’s all very clear
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| This time I will travel alone
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| Don’t let me in, I’ll shut you out
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| Take control of the wheel and now
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| It’ll lead me on to a sense of my true intentions
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| My true intentions
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| No time to forsake, to turn, run away
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| 'Cause these answers you bring are symptoms of things
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| You try to forget
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| But your mind is betrayed
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| Don’t let me in, I’ll shut you out
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| Take control of the wheel and now
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| It’ll lead me on to a sense of my true intentions
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| My true intentions
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| Oh, have a listen
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| Oh, do you hear them?
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| Oh, have a listen, have a listen, to my
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| Oh, to my true intentions
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| Oh, to my true intentions |