We're staring down constantly
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With palms open and resting feet
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Glancing up once and a while
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To find some sense of reconcile
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Open our eyes to see what's left
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Looking for just one sign of breath
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As soon as we think its okay
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We'll head our separate ways
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What are we waiting for
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There's knocking at our door
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Slowly but surely I'm turning this around
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But there is something that I haven't found
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Sooner or later you will be finding out
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound
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There's something that's been calling me
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I feel that I'm still incomplete
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Without knowing what I expect
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There's no way that I can perfect
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We hesitate with every step
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Just one step closer to our death
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We're anxious just to take a glance
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This could be our last chance
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What are we waiting for
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There's knocking at our door
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Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound
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Waiting
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There For Tomorrow |