| I’m a ghost
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| I’m a blackhole
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| I’m a red light
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| I’m a coward tonight
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| I’m those fingers stuck in your throat
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| Please take me
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| Please take me away
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| I can’t stay in this place
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these
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| And now, the weight’s lifted
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| I’m free of that straight jacket
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| That I’ve lived in, for far too long
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| I’m moving on
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these
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| The pain’s gone now and somehow
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| I’ve come out of that rut that I was laying in, just staying in
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| On my own, alone
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| And I’ve felt gaps in the past
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| But now I chase the space in front of me
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| I can’t go back to no man’s land
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| With friends for company
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| It’s gone now, somehow
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| I’ve come out of that rut
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| That I was rotting in
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| Forgetting how I’d gotten in
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| And I’ve felt gaps in the past
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| But now my days are filled with plans
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| I can’t go back to no man’s land
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| I won’t go back to no man’s land
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these
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| It’s so good to be back
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| It’s so good to be back on soil
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| It’s so good to have friends, like these |