Lost in the woods of a dream
Call it an American one
But we couldn't be further from home.
So we rode, in the search of a place
To rest our bloodshot eyes
But everything has a price to pay,
Everything has a price to pay.
In the face of a stranger
There was some sympathy to be found
So we'll draw the innocence
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Don't make me regret this
Mark the line,
Mark the fucking lines,
We have been double crossed
Let the pain begin
Mark the lines
What's done is done
Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret.
This was never the way, still no answer
Will you stand by me when I collapse?
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