| You ever just go through the motions
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a game
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| Thinking it’ll be different
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| Then it just come up the same
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| Man how the hell did I get here
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| It’s not like I know the way
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| Just take me back to the start again
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| Just one more time on the stage
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| 'Cause it’s all I ever wanted
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| All the good things gone
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| It’s hard just being honest
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| When the truth’s so cold
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| If I don’t know and I call it
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| Then I sold my soul
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| It don’t matter the cost
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| If I have to be lost
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| Then come and meet me at the crossroad, I’m waiting
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| Stay here till the light’s all faded
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| Meet me at the crossroads of this ghost town
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| Meet me here, no we’re never turning back now
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| Meet me at the crossroads
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| I’m getting closer and closer
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| Off to where I’m supposed to
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| It’s hard to be catching your breath
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| When you right in the rails off this roller coaster
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| Try not to fall off the tracks now
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| Hoping to land on your feet
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| I keep repeating it back
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| No this couldn’t happen to me
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| 'Cause it’s all I ever wanted
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| All the good things gone
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| It’s hard just being honest
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| When the truth’s so cold
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| If I don’t know and I call it
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| Then I sold my soul
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| It don’t matter the cost
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| If I have to be lost
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| Then come and meet me at the crossroad, I’m waiting
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| Stay here till the light’s all faded
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| Meet me at the crossroads of this ghost town
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| Meet me here, no we’re never turning back now
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| Growing up on Greek mythology
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| Reading these stories, I lived by theology
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| Then all from middle to high school biology
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| Dad kept on telling me how fun would college be
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| Never to see it but I know he follows me
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| Rolling stones like Mancala they calling me
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| I went from houses to hotels, I’m bored of monopoly
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| When did this life become fucking apologies
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| Man I forgot to be real
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| Realer than real, talking real as it gets
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| Life doesn’t stop just to heal, it’s a stairway to heaven
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| You gotta keep climbing the steps
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| Playing my heart’s strings chasing the press
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| Hate and regret like it’s something I’m not
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| I’d do it over and over again
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| So if you see me alone and I’m lost
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| Then come and meet me at the crossroad, I’m waiting
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| Stay here till the light’s all faded
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| Meet me at the crossroads of this ghost town
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| Meet me here, no we’re never turning back now
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| (Meet me at the crossroads)
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| (Meet me at the crossroads)
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| Meet me at the crossroads of this ghost town
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| Forever just go through the motions
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a game |