Wake up, there's nobody home
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There's nobody you can show
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The sword you pulled out of the stone
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Somebody took them away
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Every morning you forget
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Like your memory's erased
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Too many days turning into nights
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Too many wrongs turning into rights
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Searching for a reason to escape
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It's easy when the truth just walks away
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Neighbors won't look you in the eye
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There goes old man Billy Joe
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Can't believe he's still alive
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Carries an old bag of bones
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He's always talking to himself
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Doesn't know that he's alone
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Too many days turning into nights
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Too many wrongs turning into rights
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Searching for a reason to escape
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It's easy when the truth just walks away
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Went to the river to lie
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Found my body on the ground
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Found my home up in the sky
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There's no more to life than a day
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Took me buried in the ground
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Now you'll never hear me say
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Too many days turning into nights
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Too many wrongs turning into rights
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Searching for a reason to escape
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It's easy when the truth just walks away
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Too many days turning into nights
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Too many wrongs turning into rights
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Searching for a reason to escape
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It's easy when the truth just walks, walk on
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It just walks away
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Truth
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| Serena Ryder |
