| Entrance to hell is right outside my window
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| I stay in, it’s no better inside
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| It’s such a mess in here, filthy, unlivable
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| I try to breath in here,
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| then I take a step onto the floor and make it outside
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| And it’s cold and ugly under the pipes and
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| nobody gets where it’s safe
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| I fell into the moat where it’s dirty and dry
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| And nothing is looking the same
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| Entrance to hell is right outside my window
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| I stay in, it’s no better inside
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| Before you came to me it was easy to hide
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| And in my hour of need, when it all blew up, you
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| made your cut and left it to bleed
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| But no one ever gets outside without losing part of their life
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| I’m not across, but at least I’m out
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| No bridge in sight
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| And nobody gets where it’s safe
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| I am stuck in here in the dried moat
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| The dogs stuck here with their bones
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| I am stuck in here in the dried moat
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| It’s all clogged here with their bones
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| No one ever gets outside without losing part of their life |