| 10.000 miles away from home
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| Will someone tell me where the hell I am Tied in knots of skin and bone
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| And looking for an exit door again
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| I swear I’ve seen this before
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| Looking sideways out of a dream
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| Some here, some gone
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| And now somwhere inbetween
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| Strangulate my memory
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| But there ain’t much I’m able to recall
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| These faded yellow photographs
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| Splintered and scattered on the floor
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| Well there once was a right and a wrong
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| And there once was an easy way out
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| But the lines that were drawn
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| Have dissolved in a furnace of sound, of sound …
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| The grinding teeth and flapping jaws
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| Of cold and bloodless faces in the crowd
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| Now coming on as white as noise
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| You double forward into here and now
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| And we’ll get to know our guts
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| If we have to tear them out
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| And then pound our fists into bloody pulps on the ground
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| We’ll pound our fists on the ground
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| In suspended animation
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| Neither live nor dead
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| Every day you come up with the money
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| Living in limbo ain’t cheap |