| My street as I remember is still the same
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| Wonder what the people around here say
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| Only I can turn things the other way
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| I think my friends have all gave up on me
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| Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
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| Then dance dance dance into the future with me
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| Beware the fences, and the prison defences
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| And the lies they say inside these walls commitments involuntary
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| It’s later when the TV turns to static
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| It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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| How I got home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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| Now the outside world looks so cinematic
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| Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
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| Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
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| In the still of every night
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| I pray for the damaged who’ll be loved unwillingly
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| From in a place where no man truly
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| Can ever really walk away
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| I didn’t want to walk away
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| It’s later when the TV turns to static
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| It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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| How I got home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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| Now the outside world looks so cinematic |