Hey tired man I see you walk alone.
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The wrinkles on you face, a map
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Of all your pain
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Your expression becomes an open book
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Of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes.
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Good intentions, regret, disillusion with
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Life, animosity, unbridled purity.
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All these things I swear I see
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And your eyes tell me all you could never be.
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So many times I've stared
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Into the eyes of the young, the old.
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The lonely and the wise.
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Just to find a glimpse of all I
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Have not seen
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Just to find some peace for my
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Jaded made.
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Don't wanna live my life by
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the second hand of a clock that's
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Long since past me by
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You say I've got to stay in line
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We'll your line is going nowhere and
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So are you.
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Choices decisions made smokin' away
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The pain inside
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Sit back and watch it all go by
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We could never find the peace
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Of mind we need
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We hid it all away for another day
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Sit back everything's gonna be alright.
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Rivers of pain map your agin'
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Skin your expression a journal
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Of where you've been
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All your dreams and your chances lost
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You walk along that dotted line
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Do you remember a time
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When you used to dream?
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Do you remember a time when
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You used to Live?
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All your dreams and chances they're
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All gone.
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So you gave it all away unable
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to say all you wanna say
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Look at you now - turned our to be
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Face of misery
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Look at you now a rottin Apple's all I see.
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Rottin' Apple
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Strung Out |