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Here is a song |
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From the wrong side of town |
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Where I'm bound |
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To the ground |
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By the loneliest sound |
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That pounds from within |
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And is pinning me down |
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Here is a page |
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From the emptiest stage |
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A cage or the heaviest cross ever made |
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A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid |
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And I thank you |
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For bringing me here |
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For showing me home |
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For singing these tears |
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Finally I've found |
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That I belong here |
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The heat and the sickliest |
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Sweet smelling sheets |
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That cling to the backs of my knees |
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And my feet |
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But I'm drowning in time |
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To a desperate beat |
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And I thank you |
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For bringing me here |
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For showing me home |
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For singing these tears |
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Finally I've found |
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That I belong |
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Feels like home |
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I should have known |
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From my first breath |
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God send the only true friend |
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I call mine |
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Pretend that I'll make amends |
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The next time |
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Befriend the glorious end of the line |
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And I thank you |
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For bringing me here |
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For showing me home |
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For singing these tears |
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Finally I've found |
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That I belong here |