| Here is a song from the wrong side of town
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| Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
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| That pounds from within and is pinning me down
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| Here is a page from the emptiest stage
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| A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
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| A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
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| And I thank you for bringing me here
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| For showing me home, for singing these tears
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| Finally, I've found that I belong here
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| The heat and the sickliest sweet-smelling sheets
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| That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
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| Well, I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
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| And I thank you for bringing me here
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| For showing me home, for singing these tears
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| Finally, I've found that I belong
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| Feels like home
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| I should have known
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| From my first breath
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| God, send the only true friend I call mine
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| And pretend that I'll make amends the next time
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| Befriend the glorious end of the line
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| And I thank you for bringing me here
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| For showing me home, for singing these tears
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| Finally, I've found that I belong here |