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Intro

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My street as I remember is still the same
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Wonder what the people around here say
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Only I can turn things the other way
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I think my friends have all gave up me

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Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
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Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
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Beware the fences, and the prison defences
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And the lies they say inside these walls,
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Commitments involuntary

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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Now the outside world looks so cinematic

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Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
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Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
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In the still of every night
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I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly 

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From in a place no where no man truly
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Can ever really walk away
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I didn’t want to walk away

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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Now the outside world looks so cinematic

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E                      A        
It's later when the TV turns to static
     G#                          A            
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G#                               F#              G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
                      A                  E
Now the outside world looks so cinematic

E                      A        
It's later when the TV turns to static
     G#                          A            
It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
G#                               F#              G#
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Now the outside world looks so cinematic