| Don’t look back or blame it on your guiding hands
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| As you feel the rising wind on your face
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| Telling stories of what could have been
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| In which no comfort is to be found, but doubt and despair
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| This dead end road has become your home
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| No healing your ailing heart
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| Only footsteps on rainy streets
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| You cannot let go of these strains
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| As they’ve made you who you are
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| As they’ve made us who we are
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| We are gathering regrets day by day
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| We’re growing weaker by the minute
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| The downpour drenching us to the bone
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| Giving us our share of loneliness
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| Am I atoning for my mistakes
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| Or was it a twist of fate?
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| My trust has long become resentment
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| You see my face beset by pain
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| The aching written into my skin in furrows
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| The aching written into our skin in furrows
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| You turn away your head in silent reconciliation
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| Unable to fathom this burden of grief
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| While I ponder if it is worth to go on
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| Walking past doors long closed
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| We are gathering regrets day by day
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| We’re growing weaker by the minute
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| The downpour drenching us to the bone
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| Giving us our share of loneliness
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| Hence our paths have crossed and shall now diverge again
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| We are one in the same in this plight struck world
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| Crestfallen and deprived of hope we wander into a darker tomorrow
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| Will there be a silver lining?
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| We are gathering regrets day by day
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| We’re growing weaker by the minute
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| The downpour drenching us to the bone
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| Giving us our share of loneliness |