| Most days, I’m burning in a fire, I got a cliche cold staring at my world
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| These days the bird is on the wire
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| Two fingers pull a pen, a half drawn picture of a dream
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| And here between the writing on the wall, I try to feel forgotten for a while
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| And it’s hard, and I get angry all the time
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| But this is not a life I cannot change
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| But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath
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| There’s an answer for me
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| 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road to me
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| And you said, this time you needed answers
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| No time for second chances that we wasted long before
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| And I said, you only see the problems
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| You’re too afraid to solve and so I headed for the door
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| And here between the writing on the wall, I try to feel forgotten for a while
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| And it’s hard, to see the shadow in a man
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| He is the last to see the light before it hits him where he stands
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| But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath
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| There’s an answer for me
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| 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road for me
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| And all this time, your head is numb
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| And maybe I don’t know
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| But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath
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| There’s an answer for me
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| 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road that I know |