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Finally waking up inside a void

Where I can hear the noise of someone similar to you

I'm still a little tired, but I can try to muster up a kind of a style

That in a way might calm the room

But you

Can point me out when I am down and feeling like a pawn inside

A game where I don't know the rules

Oh, we're making love and carving out a different road to take away

But I would never make you choose

Make you choose

Make you choose

Make you choose

Make you choose

You take a walk and try to talk yourself into a kind of space

Where you can start to feel the ground

Trying to find a face where you can place a version of yourself

You thought that you'd be living downtown

And all your friends are making money

You feel like you're not even making sense

All you can do is find some restless souls to lay your head and try to mend

But it all comes down to what (all comes down to)

You're willing to give up (willing to give)

(I was thinking I could be anyone)

Spirit of the street come to me let him breathe

Let him feel till he's had his fill

Oh let me wash away the very nature of my passions

And my pleasures let me bend the will

And Jesus Christ let it end let it die let me lay in her arms

till the walls cave in

Oh, finally waking up but I'm alone

And I am waiting for something real to begin

But it all comes down to what (all comes down to)

You're willing to give up (willing to give)

It all comes down to what

You're willing to give up

It all comes down to what

You're willing to give up