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The last have an hour is a blur to
me now / I still smell you on my skin The ride home is tough sometimes /
‘cause I’d like to stay. It takes more than will / to make
time stand still Real life gets in the way (Chorus) And if I play follow the leader /
will I be safe and be saved? And if I play the role of the
deceiver / will I go straight to my grave? It seems I’m a soul that’s been
saved / it’s the little deaths that make you behave The ride home’s done best in the
dark / where you can hide your secrets away Lest someone could catch you
dreaming / dream away No one can stop you from dreaming The ride home is finite / ‘cause
all good things come to an end The question is how / is it here /
is it now
The ride home is the hard is
part / I can’t recall where I’ve been The question is how / is it here is
it now Let’s start all over again
Ó Greg Alexander |