Looking at the road that rises up ahead, I thought I’d learned a thing or two… But this is where it’s all made new, and I– I gotta throw my hands up ‘Cause I can’t go on if I can’t stop.
Look, The leaves are dead… The moments gone, there’s no surrender; Forever now unsaid, The words that might have warmed December. It’s all inside your head, Like fragments of a dream you remember, So never mind your clever mind, never mind me.
Staring at the ceiling from my bed, I thought I’d earned a chance or few… I thought I’d be paid in due Time isn’t made for waiting, And past isn’t worth debating.
Look, The leaves are dead…
Feeling like a fool again… Just need a new direction, A new beginning, new beginning… I can’t hold back and I can’t hold on, It’s all about gratification; See me running, see me running…
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