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Kill a man with a riddle and a rhyme
A little bit of knowledge, a little bit of time
Only I can get what you need
Only I can fix what you see
Sit back and please enjoy the ride
Because the best is yet to come ( So close your eyes, enjoy the ride)
Because the best is yet to come ( Its by design , your riding blind)
Because the best is yet to come
You have one foot over the line
I have better things to do , don't waste my time
I hope you see how far you have come
I hope you see just where you belong
Sit back and please enjoy the ride
Because the best is yet to come ( So close your eyes, enjoy the ride)
Because the best is yet to come ( Its by design , your riding blind)
Because the best is yet to come
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Well my mind keeps racing, I'm too old to chase it
It's a one way ticket don't ya know
It's a one way ticket to another place
It's a one way ticket to another plain
I've been staring at this wall for way to long
I feel a hand on my shoulder and the mantra says
It goes
How ya feeling?
Are you feeling?
Are you OK?
God, I have been wasting away
I've been back and forth , each and everyway
There is a house upon a hill
Screaming out from the window sill
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Megarhyssa
03:51
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No Room
05:24
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Has it been awhile since someone told you something you didn't know?
Do you know it all? Or are you all alone?
Can I get some help? Or do I need to defend.
What I've just seen or who I've always been.
What's the shadow at the end of my bed?
A fallen soldier from within my head
The last thing he wanted to tell me
There's no room at rock bottom
So get out of here
There's always a way out
I met Johnny at a closed down record store
Doing karate , he had nothing more
The first thing he wanted to tell me
There's no room at rock bottom
So get out of here
There's always a way out
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So I stayed up , I went in, I tried to cry it out
I called in, and I calmed down, Think I blew it up
Its Tuesday Morning, It was quite the night
Something seems quite alright
Smiling at the dust
Feel the blood on my breath, Fire is in the air
Staring at this empty chair ,Wishing for open air
Staring at this empty chair ,Hoping for open air
I hear the sirens coming home
Close the window blind
The storm as took its toll, a beacon from the shore
A quick and firm knock, short chat
Civil and stern
The thrill is missing, the lesson learned
So I stayed up , I went in, I tried to cry it out
I called in, and I calmed down, Think I blew it up
Its Tuesday Morning, It was quite the night
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