| Identify the only things that ever mattered to suit your needs
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| The creaking gate blown by the wind is of no consequence
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| Look to the sky (it's turning grey)
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| Look in my eyes (then look away)
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| Pull your collar up, get on your way
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| Those hopes and dreams, so far away
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| From where you were only yesterday
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| And who or what could possibly be in your way?
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| And in the sky (that same old grey)
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| Glint in your eye (for a new day)
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| So much lies ahead, oh who could say?
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| Watching you fall away
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| So content
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| So there he sits staring far away
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| But all that he can see is grey
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| And he knows nothing else will cross his path today
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| Looks to the sky (what could he say?)
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| He turns around (back to the grey)
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| Pulls his collar up, and on his way
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| Watching you fall away
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| So content
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| So find a way
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| To disappear 'cos in the end
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| You’ll always take the beaten path
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| No matter who stands in your way
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| I still see you fall away
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| So content
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| So find a way
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| To disappear 'cos in the end
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| You’ll always take the beaten path
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| No matter who stands in your way
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| Find a way
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| Disappear
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| Take the beaten path
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| No one’s here |