There's a door in the end of the bar
Beyond the whores, beyond the whiskey
Beyond all, it's my path.
It's already so dark, it's already so good.
I'm confused but I'm going.
I'm almost stumbling.
It seems there's somethin' burdenin' me
And taking my steps to far away from there.
It would be God? What's happenin'?
Where am I? I have to run away from here.
I've been walked a lot, now I tread in rocks
I've been hurt by the wayside
But it's ok, it's just a bruise to my collection.
I fall again, there is a motorcycle
From where it showed up? But she calls me
"Let's run away", she said.
And I went, and I ran.
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