| How often do you ask yourself this, what’s the value of my broken soul?
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| Could I trade it in for better days now?
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| Would it make it any easier? |
| Purgatory 'cause of little white lies,
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| purgatory 'cause of half told truths
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| Who pays for the ferry ticket? |
| And just how deep is the river Styx?
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| You never thought of it like this?
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| How 're you gonna get across this? |
| How 're you gonna make it home?
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| There’s always someone stronger on the other side
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| There’s always someone better on the other side. |
| How 're you gonna get alive
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| out of here? |
| So, now you need to match your stories. |
| Where were you when it all
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| began? |
| Did you think that you could buy your way out?
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| Did you take this for a sink or swim? |
| Purgatory for your little white lies,
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| purgatory for your half told truths
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| All the bridges in this world won’t save you, someday you’re gonna realize
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| That whatever you came here for … tonight, is gonna sink you like stone.
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| Believe me when I say
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| As far as I know there’s still a chance to get out of here without scars.
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| And even though it hurts
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| Chances are you’ll be better off, if you sail across under your true flags |