Life in the long lane
Since I first arrived in this world it's been life in the long lane
Long days, long nights, long hours
Just one long corridor dragging on
It never ends
How do I escape this tunnel if I can't find the end
But what's that?
A light... where did that come from?
And there it is an escape
I run for it I dive for it
But it closes before I get there
And there I sit in the long lane
Alone
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