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I turn my back to the wind |
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To catch my breath |
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Before I start off again |
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Driven on |
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without a moment to spend |
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To pass an evening |
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with a drink and a friend |
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I let my skin get too thin |
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I'd like to pause |
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No matter what I pretend |
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Like some pilgrim |
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Who learns to transcend |
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Learns to live |
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As if each step was the end |
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Time stand still |
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I'm not looking back |
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But I want to look around me now |
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See more of the people |
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And the places that surround me now |
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Freeze this moment |
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A little bit longer |
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Make each sensation |
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A little bit stronger |
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Experience slips away |
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I turn my face to the sun |
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Close my eyes |
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Let my defences down |
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All those wounds |
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That I can't get unwound |
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I let my past go too fast |
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No time to pause |
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If I could slow it all down |
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Like some captain |
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Whose ship runs aground |
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I can wait until the tide |
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Comes around |
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Make each impression |
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A little bit stronger |
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Freeze this motion |
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A little bit longer |
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The innocence slips away |
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Summer's going fast |
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Nights growing colder |
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Children growing up |
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Old friends growing older |
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Experience slips away |
