| My friend called just the other day
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| Packed it up he won’t be back this way
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| It’s not your heart but the spirit they break
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| There’s only so much a small town boy can take
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| See the eyes of the countless masses
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| Drinking life from the empty glasses
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| No more victims
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| No more lies
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| Ne sheer heart attacks
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| No more empty promises
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| No more lookin' back
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| I came here loaded searching for the dream
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| But nothing is ever easy as it seems
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| I thought I got closer to it every day
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| But every day it just got so far away
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| See all the faces paled
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| Shot to hell when the system failed
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| I thought I could take all the shit in grind
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| And stand much more pain
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| But see all those dead end wishes
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| Eats away at the brain
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| Solo, chorus |