| Out of sight, out of mind
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| With nothing left to say
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| Loner in a foreign place
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| A careless runaway
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| My perception of the world
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| Grew different from the rest
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| Something’s wrong within the maze
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| As everybody else transgressed
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| No more pretending to be fine
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| No more feeling last in line
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| Always the center of disgrace
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| Always afraid to show my face
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| I was lost in the dream of salvation
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| You held the reins to your own decreation
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| Progrssive thoughts always were
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| Dangrous and bold
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| The narrow-minded shook their heads
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| And truths remained untold
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| One day you’ll acknowledge what
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| I once tried to prove
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| That this old west community
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| Is nothing more than flesh to you
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| No more pretending we are one
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| No more disciple of the sun
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| I won’t be part of your regime
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| I’m not a victim of mainstream
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| I am lost in the dream of salvation
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| You hold the reins to your own decreation
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| It’s outta my reach, it’s outta my hands
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| Your whole kingdom stands to fall
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| It’s outta my reach, it’s outta my hands
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| This is your last call
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| I am lost in the dream of salvation
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| You hold the reins to your own decreation
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| It’s outta my reach, it’s outta my hands
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| Your whole kingdom stands to fall
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| It’s outta my reach, it’s outta my hands
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| Your last call
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| (Your last call
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| Your last call
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| Your last call
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| Your last call) |