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7/04/2005

 
On The Inside

i can try
and i can get up with the roosters
try to look myself in the mirror
but the reflection will blind
not that i'm divine
in fact
it's quite the opposite
i can try
but i can't live
with myself
the guilt eats away
and the devil takes what's left
i'd rather sleep
but i can never rest
i can try
it's the least i can do
when i'm wide awake
i take the wooden stake
and give all that you can take
it's like with addiction
the first one's free
but the second one imprisons
and theirs no running from the wardens
they'll send you out to do their business
you'll be an oaf
and hold out hope
that if you buddy up
they'll put a cork into your boat
and let you go
maybe you're one of those
try for yourself fellows
but i've tried
and i know
that with the soul i've sold
my big hand's already folded
i can try
to pull a great escape
but i'll be sucked underneath the waves
prove me wrong
if you want to
i'd like you to pull through