so I stand here at the corner

of my thoughts

a pocket full of fantasies

the other's filled with memories

one is doomed to waste away

 

how mean can it get

and how hard can we fall

was it my push or was the building too tall

was it my push or was the building too tall

 

a huge wall in front of me

a home on my back

feels like the biblical temptation

and we all know where it ends

got to walk straight back to where

I came from

but what's behind the wall, what's behind the wall

 

how mean can it get

and how hard can we fall

was it my push or was the building too tall

was it my push or was the building too tall

 

 

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