The strain always follows me
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Like a cloudy shadow
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100 miles I try to escape from the shadow
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But the shadow stays behind my back
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In the strain I could control myself
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Through all the time to the best of my memory
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In the other words I've been lost
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So I have to get back in a wall of enemy
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(It's like an old town melody)
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The strain always follows me
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Like an attractive widow
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100 times I try to apporach that widow
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But the widow stays away from me
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I saw the dream in a sleepless night
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Deep in the stream of consciousness
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I heard the voice to a certainty
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Deep in the stream of consciousness
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When I was young, I saw this kind of fantasy
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And this time I'm walking through the door
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And go across the bridge
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But on the bridge I find some pressures of my life
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So I can never be the one who always free
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Strain
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| Nicotine |
