Waiting Room - Hold Fast | Текст песни

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This monkey's on my back, and there's wolves at my front door. It seems it's been this way for years. Each time I figure it out it rearranges on me. Time slips again. I don't know what I'm supposed to do and it scares the living hell out of me. So I keep on my path and keep straight ahead. This may be all I get and if that's the way it is, then I'll do my best to keep these demons at bay. This will not engulf me. There's no going back this time, what could they possibly say? I march on broken feet, sing out of tune, through this city street.

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