| Sky runs out
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| Innocence runs out
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| Beggar, the city rejects you
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| Its half a matter of income, and half a matter of not fitting in
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| Always the one who gets shot down
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| Tapping out in the second round when you could have made it by now
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| But you’re always out there fucking around
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| All in the game
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| Five hundred to play
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| Push it from your brain and don’t feel bad about it
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| Caught in the fade
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| Slide under the weight, the depth, the overwhelming hold
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| You’re barely there
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| Fog on the mirror
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| You’re barely there
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| Thumb back the hammer
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| Defined by your lies, remain still
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| Stuck between giving up and committing one final crime
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| Your mother must be proud
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| Sky runs out
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| Innocence runs out
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| Take your life
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| Paradise, one way street
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| If only you were the fool you pretend to be
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| All in the game, five hundred to play
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| Stick it in your vein and don’t think twice about it
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| Caught in the fade
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| Hand over the claim, the debt
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| The door has closed
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| You are alone
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| All in the game, climb under and stay
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| The only way you leave is if you turn out the light
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| Now there’s no one to blame
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| There’s no need to make amends
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| There’s no one left
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| It’s over |