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You've got to get out son |
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You got your back against the wall |
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And the end has just begun |
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And this place, there's a hundred strangers and I hardly know one face |
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And I sold my soul to the night |
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I'm a waste of time yet I've got to try |
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We're all worrying, about the same things |
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The end cannot begin at the start |
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We're all worrying, about the same things |
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The end cannot begin at the start |
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Spit your words out son, they cling to your lips like they're trying to hold on |
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And I like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes |
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But I'm fine, my head isn't there |
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And I'm losing out but I'm trying not to care |
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We're all worrying, about the same things |
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The end cannot begin at the start |
[01:49.26] |
We're all worrying, about the same things |
[01:55.05] |
The end cannot begin at the start |