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I'm walking through the door |
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and I know what i'm going to see once I get around the bend. |
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I know what I'm going to get through the wall after one hour has passed. |
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The door will slam. |
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I know who's car is going to take off after that. |
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Stone wall, your vice. |
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No ear for advice. |
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Stoned at the wall. |
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Hearts down. |
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Straight up. |
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This is your life. |
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What's come of your life? |
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Destroy your mind. |
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Push back from life. |
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Well, your dark room is luminous, |
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when you give yourself a chance. |
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When you step back from all this madness. |
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Step back madness. |
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I know your head is ready to explode. |
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I can see it in your eyes. |
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Your heart has died. |
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Your will has been erased. |
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Motivation displaced. |
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And this is how the story will end. |
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NO good will ever come of it. No. |
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Unless you realize you're selling yourself short. |
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A fine heart marked down. |
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And you cheapen it day by day. |
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Unless you realize you're selling yourself short. |
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And you cheapen it day by day. |
