| It was an ordinary day
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| Not very special anyway
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| Who could have thought so much could change
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| Sometimes it’s outside of our hand
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| You never dreamed it could be you
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| To safe to ever feel so blue
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| No warning signal to beware
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| Or faint suspicion of the fear
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| No rhyme or reason
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| More like a snap of someone’s fingers
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| Like you were in somebody’s game
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| Then thrown away
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| We walk on air, we take our share
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| Of what we want, but when it’s gone
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| We stumble on
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| And walk into that wilderness
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| Nothing to show, no matter how
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| We steel our selves to live alone
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| It hurts you so
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| To walk into that wilderness
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| Before your eyes could face the dawn
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| Before you knew what had begun
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| And still the voice inside your head
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| Keeps asking when he will return
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| No explanation
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| Or opportunity to question
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| No chance to even say good-bye
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| No wonder why
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| We walk on air, we take our share
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| Of what we want, but when it’s gone
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| We stumble on
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| And walk into that wilderness
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| No rhyme or reason
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| Just like a snap of someone’s fingers
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| Like you got in somebody’s way
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| And had to pay
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| We walk on air, we take our share
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| Of what we want, but when it’s gone
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| We stumble on
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| And walk into that wilderness
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| Nothing to show, no matter how
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| We steel our selves to live alone
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| It hurts you so
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| To walk into that wilderness
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| If we walk on air |