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You live your life like it's on rails
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No choice where you go, you're on rails
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We stumble through
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And I think I am linked up to you
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'Cos I can never think of you without this sorow
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What can you do
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In the face of all your dreams
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When your destination's never where it seemed, where it seemed
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We like to think that we choose our fortune
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Like spinning a whell
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But with leaves on the track you tell me
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How does it feel?
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RAILS
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| Jesus Jones |
