And it's been forty days
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I've tried forty ways
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You will never quite leave your sins behind
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They'll haunt you, taunt you until the day you die
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You will never really go
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You'll think about it much but you'll need to know how the story ends, so you'll sit around, even though you should just go
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Tell your friends what you have heard, show them all the lies unlearned
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And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earth
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What's it worth?
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If we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd
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And no matter where we go, we are not alone
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When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
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What a way to begin: we inherit sin
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And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry
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Well runs dry
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And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
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I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
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I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
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Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
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We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
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And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
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What a waste!
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So many decent people at the gates
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And no matter where we go, we are not alone
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When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
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What a way to begin: we inherit sin
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And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry
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Well runs dry
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And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
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(Solos, Quietly and Slowly)
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And no matter who you know, you will be alone
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When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
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What a way to begin: We inherit sin
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And nobody's gonna quench your thirst when the well runs dry
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Well runs dry
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And nobody's gonna hold your hand on the day you die-ie-ie
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Forty Days
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Streetlight Manifesto |