| Down at the end of a bombed-out street
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| The shell of a house where my friends and me used to meet
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| Someday the old flesh will give way to the new
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| Find a functioning mirror inside and slip right through
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| And there, there I will be
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| And who, who’s coming with me?
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| To show me my one true face
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| When I arrive at my preordained place
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| Chain of command may be 10 years long
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| I emerge in Manhattan
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| Still young and strong
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| Someday the hellhound will pick up the scent on the trail
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| Zero in on my penthouse and then pierce the veil
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| And there, there I will be
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| And who, who’s coming with me?
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| To show me my one true face
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| When I arrive at my preordained place
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| Hopeless but free
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| Lit up like a marquee over the freeway
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| Where does the long trail end? |
| Here
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| Here with my new friend
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| Fruits of the spirit heavy on the vine
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| Undying hunger deep in the bloodline
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| Dodge the hook like a steel head
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| Swim right through the night
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| Break the surface and rise like a geyser
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| When my time is right
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| And there, there I’ll be
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| And who, who among you, who’s coming with me?
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| To show me my one true face
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| When I arrive at my preordained place
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| When I arrive, yeah
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| When I arrive
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| When I arrive |