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Running without aim |
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Through the razor weeds |
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That only reach my knees |
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And when I'm lying in the gray sleep |
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I don't know how to walk the boards |
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I open my eyes and look at the floor |
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And now I don't see you anymore |
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There is no choice |
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We make a point |
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To counteract a threatening hand |
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Close my hold |
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Let's be near, let's be near the atmosphere |
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Running without aim |
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Through the razor weeds |
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That only reach my knees |
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And when I'm lying in the gray sleep |
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I don't know how to walk the boards |
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I open my eyes and look at the floor |
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And now I don't see you anymore |
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Any more |
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Any more |
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Any more |
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