A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied though you forget
Different colors, different shades
Over each mistakes were made, I took the blame
Direction less so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free, so you say
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
We'll give you everything and more
The strains too much, can't take much more
I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me, hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else

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