Take a Look, I
Think you'll see
Heaven isn't free

Listen to the Breeze
I think you'll find
your living a crime

A look back to yesteryear
is simply a penny
cast to the well

Now another dreamer is dead
just a shot through the head

Take a look, and
your back again.
Square one, Atleast
your stuck there with a friend

So, set up
sit beside yourself

Whip out your thinking glass
and your beside yourself

now your fed up
with sleepin by yourself

Gather up your nerves, and
get out of downtown-hell

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