| There’s a picture frame inside those eyes
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| There he stands alone, a boy who cries
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| With an old man standing to my right
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| He’s staring at my empty life
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| Go and try to change my mind
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| Thunder rolling down my spine
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| Push along through my wrongs
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| I’m breaking these walls
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| So I stand outside your window
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| With my hands up towards the sky
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| With the hopes of dancing on this street
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| So I wait outside for the taste of heaven
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| There’s an answer in the desert sun
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| The vulture cries «the war is won!»
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| On a highway burning my last chance
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| I’m driving fast, I won’t look back
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| Go and try to change my mind
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| Thunder rolling down my spine
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| Push along through my wrongs
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| I’m breaking these walls
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| So I stand outside your window
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| With my hands up towards the sky
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| With the hopes of dancing on this street
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| So I wait outside for the taste of heaven
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| Break the silence
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| Truth or violence
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| You chose to let me go
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| You gave me no reason
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| No chance to believe in
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| Only let downs show that I’m still alive
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| So I stand outside your window
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| With my hands up towards the sky
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| With the hopes of dancing on this street
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| So I wait outside for the taste of heaven |