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From Despair To Where (Live at the O2)I write this alone on my bedI've poisoned every room in my house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away I wake up with the same spit in my mouth I cannot tell if it's real or not I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where Outside, opened mouthed cows Pass each other as if their drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw 'Til the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where |