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Highway travel underground to find your soul.
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And you give a lot.
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But they don¡¯t see you for the life you give alone. So go alone.
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Are you searching cold? You¡¯re willing to be more than bold for open doors.
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But do they pour this on? Well they are fooling no one,
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now is your chance to let this go. So let this go.
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And I fell asleep.
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But no one said anything to me.
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So I never knew.
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That you were lost, wondering this world without a chance of getting through.
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Is this just a game we play together.
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Do you think we¡¯ll ever know.
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If the pro¡¯s and con¡¯s allow for us losing hope.
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You move in slow and steady motion but you¡¯re evading none the less.
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You know their lives are defined by portions of progress.
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And I fell asleep.
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But I could dream that I was anything.
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And we brought ourselves to this place
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and turned and walked away to find a life that¡¯s so much more.
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You can say anything to me (repeated)
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Won¡¯t you open up your eyes.
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Through your window you¡¯ll see.
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