| Hey tired man I see you walk alone
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| The wrinkles on you face, a map
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| Of all your pain
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| Your expression becomes an open book
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| Of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes
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| Good intentions, regret, disillusion with
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| Life, animosity, unbridled purity
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| All these things I swear I see
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| And your eyes tell me all you could never be
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| So many times I’ve stared
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| Into the eyes of the young, the old
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| The lonely and the wise
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| Just to find a glimpse of all I
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| Have not seen
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| Just to find some peace for my
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| Jaded made
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| Don’t wanna live my life by
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| The second hand of a clock that’s
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| Long since past me by
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| You say I’ve got to stay in line
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| We’ll your line is going nowhere and
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| So are you
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| Choices decisions made smokin' away
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| The pain inside
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| Sit back and watch it all go by
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| We could never find the peace
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| Of mind we need
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| We hid it all away for another day
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| Sit back everything’s gonna be alright
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| Rivers of pain map your agin'
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| Skin your expression a journal
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| Of where you’ve been
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| All your dreams and your chances lost
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| You walk along that dotted line
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| Do you remember a time
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| When you used to dream?
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| Do you remember a time when
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| You used to Live?
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| All your dreams and chances they’re
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| All gone
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| So you gave it all away unable
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| To say all you wanna say
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| Look at you now — turned our to be
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| Face of misery
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| Look at you now a rottin Apple’s all I see |