When I look ahead I can't see clearly
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Anchored all the time to things so near me
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Always struggling with the urge to run away
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Always try to move ahead succinctly
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Can never see the future too distinctly
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When did my hope, seem to lose its ray?
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Steadfast as I go from day to day
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Slowly my resolve just slips away
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Looking back
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I've been right on track
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Come what may
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Has brought me here today
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Looking forward now
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It's a long way down
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It's no surprise
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That I'm in the ides
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Not including random flights of fancy
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Optimism seems a bit too chancy
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Hope seems just to scared to come around
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So I go around and round now in this circular insanity
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It's given from time to time now by the obstacles that 'counter me
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It's hard to move ahead, buried underground
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The Ides
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| Antifreeze |
