On my way to the train Sunday morning
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Amsterdam is still dreaming of last night
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As the rain hits the ground at the station
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I realized I had left something behind
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Missing another piece
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Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
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Broken and incomplete
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Looking for the edges tonight
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Take me home, forgotten roads
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Put me back together again
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I¡¯m alone, so alone out there
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I came to find a piece of mind
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But lost another in the end
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Cause the world keeps turning
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Turning on me
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Standing by with the ghost on the jetway
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London fog keeps me stranded on the ground
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I fold the map and make the world a little smaller
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But it doesn¡¯t help, I¡¯m nowhere to be found
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Missing another piece
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Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
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Broken and incomplete
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Looking for myself tonight
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Take me home, forgotten roads
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Put me back together again
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I¡¯m alone, so alone out there
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I came to find a piece of mind
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But lost another in the end
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Cause the world keeps turning
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Turning on me
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Forward motion, it takes a lot to move a little
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In forward motion, finally catching up
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I¡¯m missing another piece
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Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
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Take me home, forgotten roads
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Put me back together again
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I¡¯m alone, so alone out there
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I came to find a piece of mind
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But lost another in the end
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Cause the world keeps turning
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Oh the world keeps turning
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Turning on me
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The World Keeps Turning
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Melee |