| Can’t get over it
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| Can’t go around it
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| Can’t get under it
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| I know because I tried
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| Checking the walls on every side
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| And if I could pray
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| Or do this any other way
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| I’d have done it long ago
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| The only way out is through
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| But the only way through is in, again
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| Where the soft soul waits
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| And hearts beat and break
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| And the real wars are waged and won
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| By song
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| This runaway train
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| In a well-worn brain
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| More of the same
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| Can’t be sustained anymore
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| So I walked in through that door
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| And it felt like dying
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| But it feels like trying
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| Yet I’m still only halfway there
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| The only way out is through
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| But th only way through is in, again
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| Where it’s hard as stone
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| And clos to the bone
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| And real wars are waged and won
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| I think that
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| You might be
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| The bravest soul
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| I’ll ever meet anywhere
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| Just sitting in that chair
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| And with shaky hands
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| I saw you make your stand
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| And I believe you can, you can
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| The only way out is through
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| But the only way through is in, again
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| Where the soft soul waits
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| And hearts beat and break
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| And the real wars are waged and won |