| See you later in the dead end
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| Damn the same old things
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| Again. |
| I’ve lost my head
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| Like sisyphos, so desperate
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| And I’m wasting away
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| But my stone is too heavy to roll
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| I’m going on to the dead end
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| Try to read your lips
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| And again… I've lost the thread
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| With my blind man’s hard grip
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| I hold onto the memories
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| ‘til I can’t hold onto them no more
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| I know it’s gonna be the same
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| I know that everything ends up in pain
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| And we know some pieces don’t fit in each other
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| We burst like soap bubbles in the rain
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| I’ve arrived at the dead end
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| Close to the edge
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| And I thought we had something more
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| Than phrases in a common language
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| Nothing else to say
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| You’re as far away as you were before…
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| I know it’s gonna be the same
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| I know that everything ends up in pain
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| And we know some pieces don’t fit in each other
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| We burst like soap bubbles in the rain
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| What we became…
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| An empty picture frame
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| Of maltreat hearts… a scene…
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| And she knows it!
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| I know it’s gonna be the same
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| I know that everything ends up in pain
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| And we know some pieces don’t fit in each other
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| We burst like soap bubbles in the rain
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| We know it’ll always be the same
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| We know that everything was in vain
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| And we know we’re gonna clash in each other
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| And we’re just like soap bubbles in the rain… |