When I'm lost...I find a way.
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I hear voices. Feel them surround me,
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pull me from the edge.
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I close my eyes and....
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And my luck keeps holding strong,
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even when that boot comes down.
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Waiting for the revolution but there’s no one around except the
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...hands out of nowhere, saving me again
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There’s always something there watching out for me,
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if I’m suffocating, it gives me air.
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Finally now I remember,
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but where I’m going now, I’m not sure.
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Only one thing matters much to me anymore.
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I’m looking for you.
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Can you imagine? You can’t think.
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You won't find a way this time to frighten me.
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You're running scared now, always looking
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over your shoulder for a place
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where you don’t see my face.
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When my luck keeps holding so strong,
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even with the state I’m in.
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I’m like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win.
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Because there's hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
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There’s always something there, watching out for me.
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When I'm suffocating, it gives me air.
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I’m like a cat with only a few lives left,
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running from the shadows.
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Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is
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coming...I feel it's near.
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The Hands
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| Queensryche |
