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Hey tired man |
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I see you walk alone. |
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The wrinkles on you face, a map |
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Of all your pain |
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Your expression becomes an open book |
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Of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes. |
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Good intentions, regret, disillusion with |
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Life, animosity, unbridled purity. |
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All these things |
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I swear I see |
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And your eyes tell me all you could never be. |
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So many times |
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I've stared |
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Into the eyes of the young, the old. |
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The lonely and the wise. |
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Just to find a glimpse of all |
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I Have not seen |
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Just to find some peace for my |
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Jaded made. |
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Don't wanna live my life by the second hand of a clock that's |
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Long since past me by |
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You say I've got to stay in line |
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We'll your line is going nowhere and |
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So are you. |
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Choices decisions made smokin' away |
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The pain inside |
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Sit back and watch it all go by |
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We could never find the peace |
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Of mind we need |
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We hid it all away for another day |
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Sit back everything's gonna be alright. |
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Rivers of pain map your agin' |
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Skin your expression a journal |
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Of where you've been |
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All your dreams and your chances lost |
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You walk along that dotted line |
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Do you remember a time |
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When you used to dream? |
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Do you remember a time when |
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You used to |
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Live? All your dreams and chances they're |
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All gone. |
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So you gave it all away unable to say all you wanna say |
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Look at you now - turned our to be |
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Face of misery |
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Look at you now a rottin |
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Apple's all |
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I see. |
