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So I stand here at the corner |
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Of my thoughts |
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A pocket full of fantasies |
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The other's filled with memories |
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One is doomed to waste away |
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How mean can it get |
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And how hard can we fall |
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Was it my push or was the building too tall |
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Was it my push or was the building too tall |
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A huge wall in front of me |
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A home on my back |
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Feels like the biblical temptation |
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And we all know where it ends |
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Got to walk straight back to where |
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I came from |
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But what's behind the wall, what's behind the wall |
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How mean can it get |
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And how hard can we fall |
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Was it my push or was the building too tall |
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Was it my push or was the building too tall |
