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 fucking 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
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The Making of the Taste of Ink
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| The Used |
