| Give me a reason to believe what I’m hearing
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| 'Cause I gotta find another way to feel it
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| You don’t have to be so unkind now
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| You’re a passenger tied to your own crowd
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| Rising up from the ground like a battle king
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| Lifting up on a breeze like a bird’s wing
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| Are we just another one of your playthings
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| Hanging all our weight on a shoe-string?
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| One hundred times or more
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| Yet I don’t know what for
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| Now you see that I’m down and I’m using
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| Now to try and find another way of choosing
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| Midnight came and it framed in the vision
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| A broken image of a life refusing
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| So give me a reason to believe what I’m hearing
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| 'Cause I gotta find another way to feel it
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| You don’t have to be so unkind now
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| You’re a passenger tied to your own crowd
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| One hundred times or more
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| Yet I don’t know what for
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| One hundred times or more
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| Yet I don’t know what for
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| I’ve walked this street before
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| One hundred times or more |