This city has lots a certain holds inside
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It feels so worn being chained here to this life
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I've been around and seen one hundred scenes
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Where those who dare to tread the wheel
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One day find out what's behind that hill
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Spend half a life deciding what went wrong
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Trying to find out what took you so long
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Until you feel it's all part of some crazy scheme
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It conjours in you memories 'til
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You discover what's behind the hill
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You picked me up and we went for a drive
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Into the stained glass cavern of the night
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You turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows
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Take me from this place I know
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The ruined landscapes that I once called home
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I don't know what in this world is trying to save me
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But I can feel its hand and it's guiding me in sign
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From lives I've tried to lead
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To the one that I received
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Each painted sign along the road
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Will melt away in source tags & in code
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Source Tags And Codes
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |