| Dear dead end, I met your road
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| With the only feet I know
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| Who led me through all your turns
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| 'Til there was nothing left to learn
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| So we came to a stop
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| There was nowhere left to walk
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Here where the street declines
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| Only one way is clear
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| It’s the only light that shines
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| Pointing back through the years
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Dear dead end
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| You became my closest friend
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| I followed you down so far beyond
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| The places I’d already gone
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| 'Til we came to a stop
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| It looks a lot like my old block
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Here where the streets decline
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| Only one way is clear
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| It’s the only light that shines
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| Pointing back through the years
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| But where do we go from here?
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| You turn
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| You turn, turn
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| You turn, turn, turn
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| Dear dead end, I met your view
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| With the only feet I knew
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| Thanks for showing me the way
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| First, for leading me astray
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| How we stop and how we start
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| How we all get torn apart
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Here where the streets decline
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| Only the past is clear
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| It’s the only light that shines
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| Pointing back through the years
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| Tell me, where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| I gotta leave you here |