[Music - D. Ott / Lyrics - T. Leonard]
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Running blind and out of breath
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But in the wrong direction
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I don't recall or recognize
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My own reflection
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Locked myself in a cell I can't breach
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My key to sovereignty lies just out of reach
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Can't set myself free:
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Can't seem to keep down my last meal
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Can't turn back the hand I deal
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Feel like I'm caught in foreign land
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Exiled by my gavel hand
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A rat in a cage
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I'm spinning the wheel
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But getting nowhere
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The gallows -- my stage
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I'm seen by all
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Performing to no one
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This could have been my finest day
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A drug that expends me; the price that I pay
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Can't throw it away:
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Can't seem to keep down my last meal
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Can't turn back the hand I deal
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Feel like I'm caught in foreign land
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Exiled by my gavel hand
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The cage that I'm in is formed
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From my own design:
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No way out that I can tell
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Stay here forever trapped
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Inside my own mind:
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I know every corner so well
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And I fear that when I finally find the will
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The atrophy will keep me lying still
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But I'm tired of the darkness
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And I'm tired of the smell
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But I'm torn; I don't know anything else
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And I'm tired of the nighttime
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And I long for the day
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But I'm torn; I don't know another way
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Running blind, out of breath
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Spinning the wheel
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But getting nowhere:
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My Gavel Hand
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| Enchant |
