Is this real? the answer sleeps inside my head
(Dead end alleyway, dead end alleyway)
Years went by there's dry blood stains on every page
(Dead end alleyway, dead end alleyway)
Is this for the lonely and the desperate?
(Dead end alleyway, dead end alleyway)
I don't feel it. Bring me something worth the pain
(Dead end alleyway, dead end alleyway)
I remember being alone
And the cold stuck in my bones
And the record stores where I found a soul
And I miss being young and I miss waking up on the sand
And I miss drunken sunsets of blindness and innocence
And for a moment I just forget
That there's no fucking way out of here
This dead end alleyway
Too old to believe
In some stupid music style
But I found what keeps me going on
Trying to fight back once in a while
If you have to spit
Spit It out and cleanse the air
If you have to be, ignore those footprints in the sand
(Dead end alleyway, dead end alleyway)
I remember being alone
And the cold stuck in my bones
And the record stores where I found a soul
And I miss being young and I miss waking up on the sand
And I miss drunken sunsets of blindness and innocence
And for a moment I just forget
That there's no fucking way out of here
Every year brings more exhaustion
(And fucking boredom)
But I still come up with new words
Feeling like myself can't be wrong
I don't buy it but I keep on
Putting bits of myself in every song
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And I miss being young and I miss waking up on the sand
And I miss drunken sunsets of blindness and innocence
And for a moment I just forget
That there's no fucking way out of here
This dead end alleyway
It's been the same up to this day
Some things I love some things I hate
This dead end alleyway