| There is a light at the end of the road
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| Where no birds sing and the cold wind blows
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| And a sign reads welcome home
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| Nearing the light the hour grows late
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| I wrap my fingers 'round the lock at the gate
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| Gonna call this place my home
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| Come down Moses, the mountain’s on fire
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| That brazen serpent in your hand
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| Your god has made me a liar
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| I bite my tongue or I’d be damned
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| I’ve opened the door
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| And crossed the threshold
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| I’m searching for more
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| And I’m calling your name
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| O! |
| at the end of life there’s nothing more
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| Begging for scraps at the master’s table
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| The table’s bare, the legs are unstable
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| I’ve never tasted a crumb
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| Sister, heal me, my side is on fire
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| Spear
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| Ichor
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| Wine
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| This thirst has made me a liar
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| I’ve never tasted it, but I’m told it’s divine
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| I’ve opened the door
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| And crossed the threshold
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| I’m searching for more
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| And did you call my name?
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| Well here I am, now where are you?
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| I thought for sure you said you’d be here to meet me.
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| But there’s nothing here but solitude
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| So is this my reward for believing?
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| Just tattered memories unravelled by insanity
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| At the end of life there’s nothing
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| If you come to my grave as darkness draws near
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| You’ll read no name, just these words: «I wish you were here.»
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| If you, come to my grave as darkness draws near
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| You will read no name, just these words: «I wish you were here.»
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| At the Reverend’s grave
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| Cry out
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| Here I am, now where are you?
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| I thought for sure you said you’d be here to meet me
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| But there’s nothing here but solitude
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| So is this my reward for believing
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| Just tattered memories unravelled by insanity
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| O! |
| at the end of life there’s nothing more |