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Wait another day or two
And repent into a glass that tells you
Everything is good enough
And there is nothing ever fucking here to do
There's no more vacancies in the place you always hope to be
And without intent and no remorse
You've taken a short path and run its course

There used to be more volition surrounding this place
It's been crushed and absorbed by the lines on your face
In an unending game of wait and see

It's a lesson to learn that there is no reward without compromise
At two in the morning the mood's turning grim
And on borrowed time
There's no one here I recognize
I'm listening but I can go on and on and on and on and

Time can be a bitch when it's ignored too long
And isolation is a bitter lonely friend
That suffocates itself
Win, lose or draw
You left an opening for some self-inflicted tragedy
And without intent and no remorse
You've taken a short path and run its course

It used to take more incentive to follow your pace
It's been slowed and absorbed by the lines on your face
In an unending game of wait and see

It's a lesson to learn that there is no reward without compromise
At two in the morning the mood's turning grim
And on borrowed time
There's no one here I recognize
I'm listening but I can go on and on and on and on and

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