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Shadows of night falling over my head,
People walking, passing me by.
Shadows of dreams falling out of the blue,
People talking, what can I do?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
I could give you any dream and watch it grow.
I could take you for a ride, but you would know.
I could tell you every answer that I know.
It wouldn't be much though,
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know.
But survival,
Nothing more than
Survival.
Survival,
Nothing more than
Survival.
Shadows of days hanging endless in time,
Slowly fading, passing us by.
Shadows of worlds disappearing from view,
People asking, what could we do?
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
If I gave you every dream would they grow?
If I took you for a ride would you know?
If I told you every answer that I know.
It wouldn't be much though,
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know.
But survival,
Nothing more than
Survival.
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