| Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
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| Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes
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| Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears
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| Arriving Somewhere But Not Here…
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| Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
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| Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
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| Did you ever imagine the last you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?
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| Arriving Somewhere But Not Here…
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| All my designs simplified
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| And all of my plans comprimised
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| And all of my dreams sacrificed
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| Ever had the feeling you’ve been here before?
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| Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
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| Every thought from here on in your life begins, and all you knew is wrong…
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| Arriving somewhere but not here…
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| All my designs simplified
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| And all of my plans comprimised
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| And all of my dreams…
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| Did you see the red mist block your path?
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| Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
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| Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
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| Arriving somewhere but not here… |