| As the night closes in rest your weary head and
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| Find some shelter then say your prayers again
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| All my hopes are in limbo of lost dreams
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| All but forgotten or so it may seem to me
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| Find your purpose, find your truth, then they all will follow you
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| Count your blessings and pretend you can visualise the end
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| Slipping further in descent, but together we bleed red
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| A past lives repent
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| I can’t decide if I have the fight in me
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| I’m searching for a sign that I can’t see
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| And tell me what it must b like to ascend to the skis
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| They’ve clipped my wings, now I cannot fly
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| And tell me something of a world where the dreams are alive
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| I wonder sometimes what it must be like
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| Tread the water beneath, tides are turning, I see
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| How your future is all that you believe
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| All the choices that led to this moment
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| They have to mean something, or is it all for nothing? |