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Same Old Situation

In the early morning, I see the writing on the wall

Empty barricades of thought, and mysteries down the hall

I've had a legacy of f***ing up, the cold trail I left behind

Should have seen it coming somewhere further down the line



Just a junkie without a common fix

Repair my mind and spare me the common tricks

If I was never the disease, why am I feeling sick

Maybe they think I focus on the orchestra just for kicks

This must be poison ivy so let me get a little prick

Burn my retinas with your social crucifix



The clock is ticking so does this mean the journey's at an end

I already wrote my letter ink blood ink so don't forget to send

Everyday it's something new when I'm up it just comes crashing down

I must be in a different place I can feel the sound





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