| Full of regrets grave diggers will find
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| There’s no map to follow and the roads all changed
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| There’s smoke in your brain and no one to show you the way
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| Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
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| But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore
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| On the way back from hell tonight, smoke’s rising up through the lights
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| And there’s a reason that you don’t have to talk, I know what you’re thinking
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| Somewhere a blue rose is in a coke bottle
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| Blooming on a kitchen window sill
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| Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
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| But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore
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| Ghost trains run on the tracks down a gravel hill behind a trailer house
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| You can hear 'em if you listen close enough
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| It’s the sound of a world that forgot where it came from and every lesson
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| learned
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| I can feel the ending creeping up
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| Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
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| But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore |