| Every day and every night, I end up at the wrong roads again
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| Running for these different lights, that kept me moving onwards back then
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| It’s there outside my window now, leaving only questions, I know
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| Nervously and suddenly, cutting the defences I hold
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| Every now and then in the pouring rain
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| I hear these voices above my head
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| Waiting for a time when there’s nothing left
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| Except love and fame and death
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| All the roads I didn’t choose come back now to haunt me, once more
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| Here’s to all the dreams that failed, and kept me outside looking through doors
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| Every now and then in the pouring rain
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| I hear these voices above my head
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| Waiting for a time when there’s nothing left
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| Except love and fame and death
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| The way to end it all is to suddenly turn quiet
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| The only way to leave is to fill the world with riots
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| Every now and then in the pouring rain
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| I hear these voices above my head
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| Waiting for a time when there’s nothing left
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| Except love and fame and death
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| Every now and then in the pouring rain
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| I hear these voices above my head |