| The stash — where everything is far from any value
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| The hole — where nothing is what it seems
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| The gloom — source of my pain
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| The torch that lights the fires inside of my head
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| I’m talking about that place of silence
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| The one I picked out from all the bloody islands
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| Where no one knows your smell
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| And also the rats don’t have nothing to tell
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| My name goes up in smoke
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| My death a joke
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| Even plagues got no more throats to choke
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| My name goes up in smoke
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| My death a joke
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| Even plagues got no more throats to choke
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| It was a long way to reach this spot
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| The steps I took by myself, the miles I left behind
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| The secret place I call my own
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| You do not understand 'cause the walls are made of stone
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| Nothing will ever bring them down
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| Call me king, heavy lies the crown
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| Nothing will ever bring them down
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| Call me king, heavy lies the crown
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| The secret place that I can’t escape
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| No one gets in, I will never get out
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| Nothing will ever bring me down
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| Call me king, heavy lies the crown |