I gave up my home, and I came all alone.
I gave up the past, and I came. I came on my own.
I let myself down for a chance to belong.
I'm hearing the last boarding call; I must have been lost.

Which way do I go?
Which way do I go?
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I gave them my best, but it just didn't last.
I trudged through the muck, and they're gone; I couldn't get out.
They left me to fall from the edge that I'm on.
I didn't believe in their dreams, their silly regimes.

What is it they think?
Why do they believe?
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I left them alone, and I found a new home.
I passed them right by as I came right back to the edge.
This time would be different if I was alone.
I'd show that there's life past what's real. I'm bound to be real.

What is it we know?
What is there we know?