| Johnny, get a hold of your life
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| Wherever I go, your face is in front of me
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| You aren’t breathing
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| Holding up the end of the line
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| If there ever was a crack in the ice, you don’t believe in it
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| You are a diamond, set
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| On an immaculate height
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| Safe
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| Belly up and under the wire
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| Lying awake in the hours and the emptiness
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| Only to run from the days we are living in
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| You only get a look at your life when you’re leaving it
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| And in the silences
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| When you’re arrested in flight
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| When you lie on your back
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| With your eyes on the firmament
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| Your burning mouth, your blazing eyes
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| Come on!
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| If you believe in it
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| It’s a respectable life
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| Go police all the beats
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| You’ll find nothing is innocent
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| Johnny, get a hold of your life
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| Stop at the edge till the animus drains away
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| Or follow the loneliest road
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| Run in the dark till a light comes screaming in
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| Through the silences
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| You are alone on the ice
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| And you stand on the brakes
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| To find nothing is happening |