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Just like clockworkit hits me every morning
I bow my face in disgrace
Covers up I try to reason with you
And I'm holdin on, yeah I'm holding on
Step by step I stumble through my emotions
Dead man walking - I can't hear you talking
'Cause I've been living on a soul vacation
Contemplating all this separation
Habits forming from an idle hand
And lines are drawn in the playground sand
Helping, healing - if I take the time
To seek you out and not ask why
'Cause I've been living on a soul vacation
Contemplating all this separation
Fraternizing with the loser's friend
They say it mon't matter in the end
I'm holding on