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You suffer alone, crooked pictures on your wall of peace of home

Stumble blindly down that hallway, always remember

The part of you that slept and dreamed in visions

Of a place so close to heaven

Spent your life in vain, running from fear,

And all that pain and sympathy, oh misery is calling out your name,

Just to be sure, that you've heard it all before.

Set back those clocks an hour and manage to get half of what you paid for

(Step away for just a minute just to find some space in time)

On your own this vast and empty space left nothing more

(That I could follow someone else instead of finding that I've lost)