There's no turning back from here
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So many unfamiliar faces
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This fright train is running off the track
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Hey mister can you help me?
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I seem to have lost
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My way back home
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There's no more taking chances
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Embrace the ghost and kill this doubt
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You can devour your demons
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But they'll never let you go
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There's no turning back from here
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I'm leaving and I'm never coming back again
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This gun is cocked
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And suited with a bullet
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Called regret
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A million channels on the tv
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All reruns of past mistakes
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The static neither fact nor fiction
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It's my excuse to get some sleep
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Pulse racing I can feel the tension
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Sweat dripping as it cuts across my brow
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How hollow can a person feel?
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There's no turning back from here
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I'm leaving
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And I'm never coming back again
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This gun is cocked
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And suited with a bullet
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Called regret
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How can you mean all those things you said
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The lies that you told?
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The blood has been washed off my hands
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By the grace you've shown
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Packed More Trunks Than The Jersey Mob
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| Rory |
