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Final Hours |
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Ten Foot Pole |
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Keep on playing me I'm not a toy
I'm different from everyone else
Lies are what you believe in
Promises that you'll never keep
Don't tell me stories of your pastimes glories
They've faded away with the sun
Faded away
I'm flying high above the gray
See it on the floor beneath my feet
Can't control what's out of my hands
The river looks so deep and I don't want to swim
In the muddy waters that you offer me
I'm not going to waste no more of the good life
Watching you fade away
Hands on a watch
Turn like the wheels on a train
And the days turn to weeks
The months seem the same
Look at all the bullshit that surrounds me
Plastic people different countries
Speak different words
They're all the same life for them is just a game
I want a way out but I'm stuck here
I need an excuse to be myself again
How long will I have to wait just fading away
Faded away
I'm sitting in the back because it's where I belong
I don't say anything just try to get along
On to the runway to catch another plane
I'm going back home to be myself again
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