| On the Chicago River after dark
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| We watch the city lights tear the sky apart
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| The wind was blowing your hair around
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| As the scenery explodes, I’ll tell you how
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| I fell into an old cliche
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| Always on the road, only halfway sane
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| No hospital can fix what I’ve become
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| I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire
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| If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar
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| The only way out is through the pain
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| (How am I gonna get through this?)
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| I got so low that I get high
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| Just to sit and watch the miles go by
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| Now I’m cold and sweaty with a nauseous heart
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| I got a million addictions wearing me down
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| I fell into an old cliche
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| Always on the road only halfway sane
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| No hospital can fix what I’ve become
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| I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire
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| If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar
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| The only way out is through the pain
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| And as I write these words, my hands start to shake
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| Withdrawls kicking in not a second too late
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| The only way out is through the pain
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| (Tomorrow I’ll start again.)
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| And now I’m begging for help
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| I know I can’t get
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| I’ve gotta face this one alone
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| And if I don’t make it
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| Remember that I’ll always be a part of you
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| I’ve trapped myself in a ring of fire
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| If I say I’m okay, I’m also a liar
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| The only way out is through the pain
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| And as I write these words, my hands start to shake
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| Withdrawls kicking in not a second too late
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| The only way out is through the pain
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| Tomorrow I’ll start again |