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Is it worth it can you even hear me |
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Standing with your spotlight on me |
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Not enough to feed the hungry |
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I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now |
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In this sea of lonely |
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The taste of ink is getting old |
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It's four o' clock in the fucking morning |
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Each day gets more and more like the last day |
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Still I can see it coming |
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While I'm standing in the river drowning |
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This could be my chance to break out |
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This could be my chance to say goodbye |
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At last it's finally over |
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Couldn't take this town much longer |
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Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be |
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Now I'm ready to be free |
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So here I am it's in my hands |
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And I'll savor every moment of this |
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So here I am alive at last |
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And I'll savor every moment of this |
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And won't you think I'm pretty |
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When I'm standing top the bright lit city |
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And I'll take your hand and pick you up |
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And keep you there to so you can see |
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As long as you're alive and care |
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I promise I will take you there |
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And we'll drink and dance the night away |
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As long as you're alive |
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Here I am |
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I promise I will take you there |
