| I sit at home, I’m all alone
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Don’t wanna see nobody else
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| I get so bored with all the news
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| They bring me down again
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| I end up talking to myself
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| There is a voice inside my head
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| It talks to me again and says:
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million ways to make my day
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| Out on my own
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million songs, still left unsung
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| Still to create
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| And it’s never too late
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| Whatever’s cool with all the fools
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| Is not for my own sake
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| Don’t wanna ask for no one’s help
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| I’ll find the key and let them see
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| I do it my own way
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| And if they try to break my will
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| The voice comes back into my head
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| It talks to me again and says:
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million ways to make my day
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| Out on my own
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million songs, still left unsung
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| Still to create
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| And it’s never too late
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| There’s a way to be free from the dark
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| And there’s a way to get out of all the cold
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| There’s a way to be safe from it all
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| There’s a way, a better way
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| There is a voice inside my head
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| Just walk the silver line
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| Or rather you’d be dead
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million ways to make your day
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| Out on your own
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million songs, still left unsung
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| Still to create
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million ways to make my day
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| Out on my own
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| Wait!
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| 'Cos there is a million songs, still left unsung
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| Still to create
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| And it’s never too late |