| As I’m gazing out across the empty shoreline
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| There are many questions running through my mind
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| As the waves caress the rocks upon my island
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| I count the days until I feel them on my skin
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| Have I become
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| The very one
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| The very man I hoped I’d never have to me
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| Look at me now
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| I’m here somehow
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| And I’m surrounded by the weeping of the sea
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| This cage that I call my home
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| Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
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| The dying embers of life in me are gone
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| As I lay here growing older
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| As the night begins to fall and day is fading
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| Told mantic by the flickering of city lights
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| But when I lay my mind to rest a dream of freedom
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| I hope I never have to open up my eyes
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| The damage done
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| All hope is gone
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| This place was built for people never to escape
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| Beyond these walls
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| Lies everything
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| I ever wanted but for now I’ll have to wait
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| This cage that I call my home
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| Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
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| The dying embers of life in me are gone
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| As I lay here growing older
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| This cage that I call my home
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| Never ceases to oppress my sorry soul
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| The dying embers of life in me are gone
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| As I lay here growing older |