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Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile |
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Trying not to spend more time looking back |
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There's still a bit more to go |
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Can't stop measuring strike outs to home runs |
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Trying to justify these compromises that have piled up and dulled my blade |
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Maybe we stayed too long didn't say enough, swing hard enough |
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The years just sort of ran away |
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And the ones that follow won't be as fun |
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I'll never love anything else the way that I loved this |
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So you know its not gonna be easy |
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To just let go |
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But the credits they will roll |
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It's getting harder and harder |
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To give too much of my body and soul to a mess overrun by morons and thugs |
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Who's only purpose is to break this, not hard enough to make it |
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Fighting on their own |
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We stand bound and gagged as they pee on our rug |
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The end result of not a single motherf**ker willing to take the hard road |
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Makes it easier to watch as the door swings slowly shut |
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Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live deep in my chest |
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Watched as you took your last breath on that floor in Wilkes-Barre |
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The room loved you so deeply our hearts broke as you faded |
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And i can never repay the lesson you left me as we rolled outta town that night |
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Not a thought in my head of beginnings or endings |
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Make the most of these days while they are still unfolding |
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Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closing |