| When I’m afraid the better days are never coming again
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| I imagine your face and I keep on moving
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| I’m bound to cry, destined to fly, and guaranteed to die
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| But 'til the end, I’ve got your face, and I keep on moving
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| I lost my mom when I was only twelve
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| I was robbed with a gun when I was twenty-one
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| I crashed my car when I was drunk again
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| And now, got no friends, got no money
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| But I keep on living
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| You can build a life and have it broken down
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| You can choose a path and get turned around
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| You can hate yourself and fall in love again
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| As for me, I’ve lost friends, lost lovers
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| But I’ve still got my soul
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| When I’m afraid the better days are never coming again
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| I imagine your face and I keep on moving
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| I’m bound to win, I’m bound to lose, and all the way, I’ll have to choose
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| Sometime is right, more time is wrong, but I keep on moving
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| You can build a life and have it broken down
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| You can choose a path and get turned around
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| You can hate yourself and fall in love again
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| As for me, I’ve lost friends, lost lovers
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| But I’ve still got my soul
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| On a journey through my head
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| I stumble on a mess
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| Where bad things from my past are buried, not dead
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| They haunt me like ghosts
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| Begging me to let them go
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| But they make me who I am
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| And I wouldn’t change anything
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| You can build a life and have it broken down
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| You can choose a path and get turned around
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| You can hate yourself and fall in love again
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| As for me, I’ve lost friends, lost lovers
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| But I’ve still got my soul
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| But I’ve still got my soul
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| But I’ve still got my soul |