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Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins Bottle is washed up but the message is missing Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings Pay the price of admission Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors Till i step through the window Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view Weigh the difference, the scales are turned Let conscience be so judged Arrows with strings flung from below Striking and reeling you in Tied to mistakes, left there for days Seeing which side you're in Lately i feel so removed Fell back into the ditch i dug And doing the things i normally do Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings Pay the price of admission Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors Till i step through the window Lately i feel so removed Doing the things that I do