| The further you go
|
| The farther you’ve gone
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| It doesn’t mean you were made to hang on
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| And you’re falling falling falling
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| But you can’t let go
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| Whether you’re cold, hot, bottled or not
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| This is the day for which you have fought
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| And you’re calling calling calling
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| But you can’t get home
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| And every day takes something away
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| Until there’s nothing left to say
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| No single world can deliver you love
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| No understanding no sound from above
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| And nothing to do
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| It’s nothing to you
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| You picture a time that’s other than yours
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| As soon as you have said it’s hers
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| And you act like you believe it
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| But you’re not so sure
|
| And every day takes something away
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| Until there’s nothing left to say
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| No single world can deliver you love
|
| No understanding
|
| And every day takes something away
|
| Until there’s nothing left to say
|
| No single world can deliver you love
|
| No understanding no sound from above
|
| And nothing to do — it’s nothing to you
|
| The further you go
|
| The farther you’ve gone
|
| It doesn’t mean you were made to hang on
|
| And you’re falling falling falling
|
| But you can’t let go
|
| And every day takes something away
|
| Until there’s nothing left to say
|
| No single world can deliver you love
|
| No understanding no sound from above
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| No one to watch you rising up from below
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| Telling you secrets you don’t want to know
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| And nothing to do — it’s nothing to you
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| Nothing to you
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| It’s nothing to you — nothing to you
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| Nothing to do — nothing to do
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| (fade out) |