As the misty morning clears on another day
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All alone I wait for the final call
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Bought the big ticket, got to ride that train all alone
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All hope for freedom is lost and my back's against the
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wall
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Flesh and blood is all that remain to get me through it
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all
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Dignity stripped away, the human cloak is frail
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Tagged with a number, the human baggage of the world
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Living on memories
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I can't break free
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I can't escape those wasted days
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Living on memories
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I can't escape the wasted days
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I stare into the mirror but the face I¡¯m seeing is not
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my own
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My life flashes by me now, the years they pass like
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days
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I don't belong in this hardened world
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Hey, take a look at me, I¡¯m not the same
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Looking back into the mirror, I hear it whisper my name
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Living on memories
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I can't break free
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I can't escape the wasted days
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Living on memories
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I can't escape those wasted days
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No more pain from the world inside
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Still can't escape those wasted days
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Living on memories
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I can't break free
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I can't escape the wasted days
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Living on memories
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My back's against the wall
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(Living on memories)
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Can't escape those wasted days
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(Living on memories)
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As the sun rises slowly on another day
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They've come to take me away
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Wasted Days
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| Mortal Sin |
