| The long dock road, you walk on every night
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| It seems to suit your wary troubled mind
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| You’ve soldiered on, you fought so long
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| As I remember your face
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| You’ve always tried, to shut a light
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| Upon your fall from grace
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| And all those words you’ve saved, still lie in my bed
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| Looking for that conversation to end
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| These knock knocks are calling you again
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| Your disguise, your favorite friend
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| Looking out for you, when you are trying to pretend
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| Is it guilt, that’s making you decide
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| On how long you’re gonna stay this time
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| Your future remains, when you play your games
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| A beautiful illusion
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| But maybe one day, with a little delay
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| You’ll find the illusion
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| And all those words you’ve saved, still lie in my bed
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| Looking for that conversation to end
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| These knock knocks are calling you again
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| Your disguise, your favorite friend
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| Looking out for you, when you are trying to pretend
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| You’re trying to pretend
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| And all those words you’ve saved, still lie in my bed
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| Looking for that conversation to end
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| These knock knocks are calling you again
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| Your disguise, your favorite friend
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| Looking out for you, when you are trying to pretend |