Out on the street, dead on my feet
At the mercy of the stone-cold night
It's hard to compete, in a dead-end street
With frustration in your line of sight
Do you ever stop and think
Do you ever stop at all
Do you have the time to feel
And if you do, do you know the feeling's real
Followed a sign that pointed the way
while
until
think
surprise
strange
still
stand
right
wields
realise
speaks
rained
pointed
start
close
chosen
cloud
clear
wanna
before
broken
street
believe
feeling
stone
another
followed
compete
myself
found
frustration
sword
guess
mercy
sight
faith
belief
heart
hides
lucky
tried
night
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