| So the idol you preached
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| Has turned to nothing
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| It was making your way through the dust when searching
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| You never thought it would give you up Your beloved scapegoat
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| You never thought it would interrupt
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| Your sweet escape…
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| Those were the times when you cranked it all up You soared for the moment, without wings to lift up…
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| I’m crossing that line with a state of mind
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| One more night missed out
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| As if I was blind to the fact
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| It won’t wait…
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| Won’t you carry me home?
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| Did you do it all for nothing
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| Or did it make you sure of something
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| No matter the subjection
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| Or the mystery of life was just put on hold
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| You will alway treasure the things
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| That reject you and possess you
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| Breeding new life through the eyes of the insane
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| And it all comes down to you…
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| Those were the times when you cranked it all up You soared for the moment, without wings to lift up…
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| But tonight…
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| I’m crossing that line with a state of mind
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| One more night missed out
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| As if I was blind to the fact
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| It won’t wait…
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| Won’t you carry me home?
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| Nothing can touch such a mind in distress
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| Won’t you find another bright solution
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| Crossing that river, get away with what’s left…
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| Eternally stuck in the realm of confusion…
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| But tonight…
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| I’m crossing that line with a state of mind
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| One more night missed out
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| As if I was blind to the fact
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| It won’t wait…
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| Won’t you carry me home?
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| I’m crossing that line with a state of mind
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| One more night missed out
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| As if I was blind to the fact
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| It won’t wait…
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| Won’t you carry me home, carry me… |