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Sunday mornin' freak show and |
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Someone forgot to pull the plug |
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Out on this place a long time ago |
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The angels they don't come around |
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And the guards they run like devils |
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Chasin' secrets no one talks about |
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Down avenues of glitter lights and pain |
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I've been looking for a place |
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To leave my troubled thoughts behind |
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But troubles growin' all around |
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And it's all I seem to find |
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In this land of make believe |
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Toxic February breeze |
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Cemetery boulevards |
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With neon signs that say you've come too far |
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I don't wanna be the one to say |
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I know exactly what I'm headed for, some things I think you shouldn't know and |
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If I'm on a one way street to nowhere at least I made it there to say |
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I don't regret a single thing that I have done |
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And all this time I thought I was the one whose goin' down |
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Changing to be stickin' with the passin of each day |
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No one keeps trying hard |
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Underneath the city's holy light |
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Burnin at both ends this candle slowly rages on |
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Yesterdays a memory and tomorrow's just a vision |
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And somethin' summer in the sun |
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This motor's barely runnin', my feet are tired of walking |
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Down the same old asphalt roads |
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I spot Sunday drivers slidin' up and down this razorblade |
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It's cheaper than a fix and not a moment in the sun |
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I thought I had it figured out but illusions never leave a doubt |
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So on will I keep walkin' till I'm home. |
