Antidotes In Passing by Soilwork
Who cares about sorrow when you're down and close to nothing?
No one will bother watching antidotes in passing
I'm left without a cause, believe me
They never told me why I'm breathing
Now where is the light?
Outside the world goes on, it keeps on turning
The feeling of being an outcast just keeps growing
There must be light, there must be light
Take me home where the truth unfolds
And steals away the night
Distance keeps growing, soon and far enough to lose it
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