Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile
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Trying not to spend more time looking back
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There's still a bit more to go
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Can't stop measuring strike outs to home runs
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Trying to justify these compromises that have piled up and dulled my blade
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Maybe we stayed too long didn't say enough, swing hard enough
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The years just sort of ran away
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And the ones that follow won't be as fun
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I'll never love anything else the way that I loved this
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So you know its not gonna be easy
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To just let go
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But the credits they will roll
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It's getting harder and harder
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To give too much of my body and soul to a mess overrun by morons and thugs
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Who's only purpose is to break this, not hard enough to make it
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Fighting on their own
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We stand bound and gagged as they pee on our rug
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The end result of not a single motherfucker willing to take the hard road
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Makes it easier to watch as the door swings slowly shut
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Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live deep in my chest
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Watched as you took your last breath on that floor in Wilkes-Barre
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The room loved you so deeply our hearts broke as you faded
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And i can never repay the lesson you left me as we rolled outta town that night
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Not a thought in my head of beginnings or endings
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Make the most of these days while they are still unfolding
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Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closing
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End With an Ellipsis
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Bane |