| Is it worth it can you even hear me
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| Standing with your spotlight on me
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| Not enough to feed the hungry
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| I’m tired and I felt it for awhile now
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| In this sea of lonely
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| The taste of ink is getting old
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| It’s four o' clock in the f**king morning
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| Each day gets more and more like the last day
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| Still I can see it coming
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| While I’m standing in the river drowning
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| This could be my chance to break out
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| This could be my chance to say goodbye
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| At last it’s finally over
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| Couldn’t take this town much longer
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| Being half dead wasn’t what I planned to be
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| Now I’m ready to be free
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| So here I am it’s in my hands
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| And I’ll savor every moment of this
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| So here I am alive at last
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| And I’ll savor every moment of this
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| And won’t you think I’m pretty
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| When I’m standing top the bright light city
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| And I’ll take your hand and pick you up
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| And keep you there to so you can see
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| As long as you’re alive and care
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| I promise I will take you there
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| And we’ll drink and dance the night away
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| As long as you’re alive
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| Here I am
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| I promise I will take you there |