| Ten years in a comatose, I always knew I would get out of here someday.
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| Somebody’s gonna come around and burn this caravan down to the ground.
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| Locked in among these animals, I can’t sleep when they look at me this way.
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| I’m gonna get my fingers burned to the bone, leaving ashes you can dust for
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| prints.
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| Damn thes I forgot to burn and every stone that’s been left unturned for years,
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| long gone now.
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| Fuck the anchors that’s been left at sea.
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| It goes to show it wasn’t meant to be for me… not for me.
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| Shot down and put to sleep again.
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| This is the last resort for me and the boys.
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| We’re never ever giving in, oh no!
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| We’re standing put, and we’ll get by on.
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| Time, coffee, pills and cigarettes.
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| I had a plan, the blueprints, and a gun.
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| But here’s the brutal truth: There’s no escape from this mothership.
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| So here’s what you get for staying inside, too long on your own, shoveling shit.
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| . |
| your 're never getting out.
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| I know you’ve been told that the doors are unlocked.
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| So what? |
| This is home… it’s all that we’ve got… we’re never going out.
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| For those who tried, for those who never made it.
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| For those who ran but never came far enough.
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| For those who bled and poured out their heartache.
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| Your sacrifice will be recognized one day.
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| For those who did more than what’s required.
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| For those who sang, for those who inspired.
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| For those who laughed while the rest of us were crying… here’s a shout…
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| you made us feel alive. |