| I’m waiting for something
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| For something to come
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| I wait for a breakthrough
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| I wait for a sign
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| I wander the streets, no purpose, no time
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| I’m nodding my head when saying goodbye
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| Often I go back to that picture of my little boy
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| And I just can’t cry anymore
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| He is all a river spilled into the sea
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| In small steps climbing the hill
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| I just can’t cry anymore
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| In times of boredom I sail the ship of dreams
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| Enjoy a sweet breeze of gentle fantasy
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| Suddenly it’s pitch black and I cannot see
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| A blanket of longing surrounding me
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| Above the cloud there is an endless space
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| In which we all dance the masquerade
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| Nothing real
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| Anymore
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| The great bazaar is all about the choice you make
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| This puzzle is for you to illustrate
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| Riddle, riddle, take me home
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| Ready to launch, get ready to fall
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| Often I go back to that picture of my little boy
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| And I just can’t cry anymore
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| He is all a river spilled into the sea
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| In small steps climbing the hill
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| I just can’t cry anymore
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| So far from home |