Along the avenue of hope
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The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
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and days, stretch out, beneath the sun
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No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one loves, so no-one cries
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and we wait to see just what we will become
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Don't let me falter, don't let me ride
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Don't let the earth in me subside
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Let me see just who I will become
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You're like the clouds in my home town
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You just grow fat and hang around
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and you're days stretch out beneath the sun
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and you don't live, you don't die, you don't love so you don't cry
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and we wait, to see just what we will become
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Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring
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Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing
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Let me see just who I will become
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Don't let me falter, don't let me hide
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Don't let someone else decide
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Just who or what I will become
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Don't make me borrow, don't make me bring
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Don't let them wallow, don't let them sing
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Let them stretch out, beneath the sun
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Avenue Of Hope
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I Am Kloot |