Standing in the doorway of this unfamiliar place,
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Searching through a display of these overwhelming fates.
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These or those, I suppose, I just can't tell the difference but,
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All I know is I am hopeless, and the future is so hard to see.
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Just try to enjoy the ride, she's saying good luck, I'm saying goodbye.
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I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
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and the red line is tempting me over, and over.
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Staring at a menu of deceitful guarantees,
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Choosing which direction will balance but not impede.
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These or those, no one knows, I just can't tell the difference but,
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All I know is, I am hopeless, and I will find out eventually.
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Just try to enjoy the ride, she's saying good luck, I'm saying goodbye.
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I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
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And the red line is tempting me over, and over.
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You could be the question killing me, or the answer that will set me free.
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Oh the red line is tempting me over, and over.
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Even though my eyes are open, I can't see this road ahead....
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I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
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And the red line is tempting me over, and over.
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You could be the question killing me, or the answer that will set me free,
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Oh the red line is tempting me over, and over.
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The Ride
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| Denver Harbor |
