End Of The Line Lyrics

Fill My Need...

The days are long and the nights are longer
I get weaker as the need gets stronger
I'm a prisoner of my own device
There's always something here and there to entice

Once a habit now a vice
Nothing comes without its price

At the end of the line
End of the line
End of the line
End of the line

What I had in hand slipped through my fingers
Now all that I have left is the need that lingers Once a habit now a vice
Nothing comes without its price

At the end of the line
End of the line
End of the line
End of the line

Frustration, temptation, a feeling I can't resist
Seems to me, the only reason why I exist
Is to fill my need

Once a habit now a vice
Nothing comes without its price

At the end of the line
End of the line
End of the line
End of the line

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