Maybe they're all alone.
Maybe they're cold inside.
Maybe the only road out
Is on the way through life.
They're bound to die,
The ones who try.
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Maybe they're all alive.
Maybe they've stepped aside.
Maybe the only road left
Is through the great divide.
They're bound to die,
The ones who try.
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Send me out upon the line.
Sing me a song, 'cause I won't be long.
Hold me back; I'm much too strong
To leave these things, but I don't belong.

Take me down: the part that hurts.
I climbed so high, but the fall's so long.
Listen soft; I don't speak clear.
I left the world with a few good songs.
I can't keep all these songs too long.
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They shot me down and let me bleed.
Sent me back to the factory.
Stuffed me full of what they know
So I can't dream past the point they've grown.

Hollow out myself to find
That nothing's left when I fall this time.
Listen loud; Sometimes I yell.
I left the world for a few good songs.
I can't keep all these songs my own.