| Your life stepped lightly out our hands
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| When no one’s looking out you understand
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| Your world was a wheel but the cog ceased to turn
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| The bottom fell out and our fingers got burned
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| And there’s a cold, cold highway that the wind whistles down
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| Where the corners turn blind like the graveyard ground
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| Oh your black icy snare once cut down my friend
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| In the deepest dark winter when the world seemed to end
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| Every new version of the way of life
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| Leaves you reckless and searching for stars in the night
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| But whose kid are you when they finally decide
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| The lifestyle you led and the way that you died
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| But they’re oh so simple, they’re still trying to tell
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| The difference for you between heaven and hell
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| To glorify something, your legends are found
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| But all they bought you was a hole in the ground
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| Years rolling by just like a dream
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| I’m partly human and I’m partly machine
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| They’ve lost you and fate put your name on a stone
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| Perhaps now my friend they might leave you alone |