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full of regrets grave diggers will find |
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there's no map to follow and the roads all changed |
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there's smoke in your brain and no one to show you the way |
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surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost |
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but at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore |
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on the way back from hell tonight, smoke's rising up through the lights |
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and there's a reason that you don't have to talk, I know what you're thinking |
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somewhere a blue rose is in a coke bottle |
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blooming on a kitchen window sill |
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surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost |
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but at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore |
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ghost trains run on the tracks down a gravel hill behind a trailer house |
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you can hear 'em if you listen close enough |
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it's the sound of a world that forgot where it came from and every lesson learned |
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I can feel the ending creeping up |
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surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost |
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but at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore |
