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This is the place you'll end up when you lose the chase |
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Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on the hill |
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And all anybody knows is you're not like them |
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And they kick you in the head and send you back to bed |
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Isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world |
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Where you can make a place to stay |
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But everybody's scared of this place they're staying away |
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Your little house on memory lane |
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The mayor's name is fear his voice patrols the pier |
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From a mountain of Cliche that advances everyday |
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The doctor spoke of clout he reigned out loud |
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"You'll keep your doors and windows shut |
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And swear you'll never show a soul again" |
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But isolation pushes you 'til every muscle aches |
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Down the only road it ever takes |
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But everybody's scared of this place they're staying away |
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Your little house on memory lane |
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If it's your decision to be open about yourself |
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Be careful or else, be careful or else |
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I'm comfortable apart it's all written on my chart |
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And I take what's given me most cooperatively |
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I do what people say and lie in bed all day |
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Absolutely horrified, I hope you're satisfied |
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Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame |
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To a place where suffering is just a game |
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But everybody's scared of this place they're staying away |
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Your little house on memory lane |
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Your little house on memory lane |
