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Don't place your bets on me |
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I'm tired and I'm only |
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With nothing to offer you |
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Nothing to offer you |
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The pavement stares gray and cold |
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Our lives are a story told |
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Coming to an ending |
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It's coming to an ending |
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How could I turn around? |
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Face the sound of the bell that shines? |
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Ring it out, trim it out |
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To drag me back down |
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But I'm not coming home |
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Been out here for so long |
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The road just stretches on |
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Till I stop pretending |
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Till I stop pretending |
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But the world is an empty frame |
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And now you are just a name |
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I'll keep it that way |
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It's staying that way |
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How could I turn around? |
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Face the sound of the bell that shines? |
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Ring it out, trim it out |
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To drag me back down |
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But I'm not coming home |
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I tried hard to be brave |
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I tried hard not to be afraid |
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But trying wasn't enough |
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I tried hard to be brave |
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I tried hard not to be afraid |
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But trying wasn't enough |
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry |
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Can you hear the bell? |
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Can you hear the bell? |
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The bell, the bell |
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Can you hear the bell? |
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Can you hear the bell? |
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The bell, the bell |
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From the rust that lies deep in it's throat |
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I hear solemn tones |
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The danger, the absent floors |
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In the silence of night he lets me know |
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That I'm not coming home |
