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There's a house with a fountain Things that kept me satisfied I lost my life as a young man And I've been running ever since
Here's to burning bridges Here's to the leap in the dark I'm still running, still waiting For this life to fall apart
Where's the high? Where's the high? I forgot what had me going And where to go Where's the high? Where's the high? Only cages, where the spaces used to be