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It just isn't what you do - that - leads you where you are |
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Excuses I have heard - over - from you |
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If you really would you - might just have a chance |
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If you really could - you - might just have a hope |
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Your life - your song - isn't worth a damn |
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So go - escape - do the best you can |
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This place looks so familiar, you've been here before |
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Every little brick you know, you're back once more |
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Struggling hard to keep away, from this your private hell |
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Knowing it's no use to kry, escaping from this spell |
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All through the years, fighting to survive |
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Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive |
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All things that you could have done, pounding in your head |
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Now you're back where you belong, wishin' you were dead |
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All you want is to stay away |
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All you get are glints of the past |
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You know from this smell of decay |
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You know that you're back in the trash |
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And when the night comes, the gutter is your bed |
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And when the sun shines, you'll try to hide your head |
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There's just no help here, no one looks your way |
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There ain't no welfare, the question is: |
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Will you survive the day? |
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You just can't ignore the fact, that you are sinkin' slow |
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Everyonr around you can see you've lost the glow |
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There's no point in actin', you can't hide it anymore |
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You're vulnerable to eyes, they look at you and you feel sore |
