| I keep an open invitation
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| To a world of isolation
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| It’s an old right
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| I found a home in hibernation
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| Lost the self in preservation
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| Built the walls high
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| I joke about the bad times
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| To get me through the good times
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| About all those long nights
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| I go wading through
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| Keep running down a one way
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| Giving all for a brand new day
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| But now i’m all out
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| Nothing to lose
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| Nothing to lose
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| Nothing to save
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| From a momentary glory
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| To a solitary story
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| It’s a short ride
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| Through the trials and tribulations
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| For the bane of reputation
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| It’s a long fight
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| But i’m done
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| I joke about the bad times
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| To get me through the good times
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| About all those long nights
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| I go wading through
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| Keep running down a one way
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| Giving all for a brand new day,
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| But now i’m all out
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| Nothing to lose
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| Nothing to lose
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| Nothing to save
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| No more ties |