| Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock
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| Upon my door
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| And waiting… for Promised Land
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| Standing neck deep in life
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| My ring of brass lay rusting on the floor
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| Is this all?
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| Because it’s not what I expected
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| Somewhere along the way
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| Friends I once held close fled the fast lane
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| I didn’t notice, I just had to make it
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| Head down, nose in the grindstone;
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| The kiss of life placed on my brow
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| Kept sliddin' to the ground
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| And now it’s buried six feet under
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| Preaching from the floor again
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| The same old sad song
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| 'Bartender… bring another drink for their favorite son.'
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| Where did it all go wrong?
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| What’s the use in even holding on?
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| Here’s to love, hate… and promises
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| Almost called it today
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| Turned to face «The Void»
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| Numb with the suffering
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| And the question
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| 'Why am I???'
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| So many times I’ve tried and failed to
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| Gather my courage, reach again for that nail
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| Life’s been like
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| Dragging feet through sand
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| And never finding… Promised Land
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| Preaching from the floor again
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| The same old sad song
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| 'Bartender… bring another drink for their favorite song.'
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| Where did it all go wrong?
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| I feel like I’m dying
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| Here’s to love, to hate
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| To promises and Promised Land lies |