Just like clockworkit hits me every morning
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I bow my face in disgrace
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Covers up I try to reason with you
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And I'm holdin on, yeah I'm holding on
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Step by step I stumble through my emotions
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Dead man walking - I can't hear you talking
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'Cause I've been living on a soul vacation
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Contemplating all this separation
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Habits forming from an idle hand
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And lines are drawn in the playground sand
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Helping, healing - if I take the time
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To seek you out and not ask why
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'Cause I've been living on a soul vacation
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Contemplating all this separation
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Fraternizing with the loser's friend
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They say it mon't matter in the end
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I'm holding on
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Soul Vacation
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