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So you're building all your silly dreams,
On someone else's weakness you defend.
And as if that wasn't bad enough,
You argue from the mantels 'till the end.
How long must a young man wait,
'Till he finds his way from sorrow,
'Till he finds his way back,
Back to the one he loves?
Shut the door and make believe,
That every passing memory will stay.
Stop the walls from tumbling,
Pride yourself in every passing day.
Go on! Let your corner lies,
Feel the hands that make your living,
And the hands that dry the tears
Behind your eyes.
Shuttered houses, empty rooms,
And families that haunt you in your sleep.
Little mothers worry 'bout
The stories and the promises you keep.
How long must a young man play,
In a world that bears no waiting,
When his finest hour is lost beneath his pride?
You have to hide.
Oooh
This life.
