| It’s hard to rest right on a different pillow every night
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| Still I close my eyes and dream I’ll make it home
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| And every now and then I find my dreams before I learn
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| That every mile will take all of what I’m worth
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| The blessing and the curse
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| Wake to the lunacy, and shake the hand of reality
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| Time will fly in straight hard lines as we all live to die
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| Holding on to anything
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| It’s hard to find the in-between
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| Of burning candles at both ends
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| Or bored and petrified
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| We love to kill the night
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| Pay tolls with Blood and Time
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| Our body, souls, and minds are rectified tonight
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| Deep inside on the proving ground there’s always war to wage
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| And the bloodshed of our demons here have covered everything
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| And as we sing of romance lost and found through crying eyes
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| Find ourselves on the road that always takes us by surprise
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| We love to kill the night
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| Pay tolls with Blood and Time
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| Our body, souls, and minds are rectified tonight
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| We love to kill the night
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| Pay tolls with Blood and Time
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| Our body, souls, and minds
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| Are oh so willing for the thrill to kill the night |