| All my life
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| I’ve been selling the truth of a lifeless soul
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| All my life I’ve been waiting for something to lead me home
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| You haven’t seen what I saw, 17 months a year
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| When it rained
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| By all the power in me, I do what I have to now
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| Rolling out of my bed
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| I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
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| Going back instead
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| I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
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| They say the trouble with me is that
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| I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
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| Rolling back my head
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| I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
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| All my friends they’ve been telling me: «you are a kindred soul»
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| All my friends if they only knew who I was before, but
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| They haven’t been where I’ve been 17 months a year
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| That’s such a lonely place
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| I don’t want to live in fear
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| I’m rolling out of my bed
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| I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
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| Going back instead
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| I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
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| They say the trouble with me is that
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| I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
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| Rolling back my head I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
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| So I tried to go on
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| Still I’d like to go on in this world
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| Well that’s life
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| We go on
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| Life we go on in this world
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| Rolling out of my bed
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| I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
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| Going back instead
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| I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
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| They say the trouble with me is that
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| I’m one who knows but now I understand
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| Rolling back my head I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
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| All my life
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| I’ve been telling the truth of a liveless soul
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| All my life
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| Been waiting for something to leave me hope |