| Well, I find myself on the floor
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| More often these days than I did before
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| With this narrow notion that I’m somehow always missing out
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| That someday soon I’ll finally feel you now
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| By some good effort of virtue
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| But how long, how long
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| Will I sing songs of emptiness and go on?
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| Go on, I’m clean, but I’m complacent
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| Where’d you go, where’d you go?
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| My God, I’m so sick of asking, but I need to know
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| Hands gripped to the steering wheel, I’m screaming out
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| «Where'd you go, where’d you go?»
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| I’ve been sitting here for hours with my eyes closed
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| I’m clean, but I’m complacent
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| Well, it must be nice to get the point
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| To arrange your whole life and know exactly where you’re going
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| But I’ll take it one step at a…
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| Time is what I want right now
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| But no matter the measure, it’s never enough somehow
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| (Never enough)
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| But how long, how long
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| Will I sing songs of emptiness and go on?
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| Go on, I’m clean but I’m complacent
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| Where’d you go, where’d you go?
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| My God, I’m so sick of asking, but I need to know
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| Hands gripped to the steering wheel, I’m screaming out
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| «Where'd you go, where’d you go?»
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| I’ve been sitting here for hours with my eyes closed
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| I’m clean, but I’m complacent
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| When the lights go out, are you tossing in your sleep?
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| Fragile like me, saying where did you go, where did you???
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| And the nights we spent there dancing through the streets
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| Oh, the kids from Calvary, where did they go, where did they???
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| Where’d you go, where’d you go?
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| My God, it’s a simple question, but I need to know
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| Hands gripped to the steering wheel, I’m screaming out
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| Don’t be fooled by what I show
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| Without you I’m nothing, without you I won’t make it
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| Oh, I’m clean, but I’m complacent |