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Light at the End of the Tunnel
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2008 So is there any more to say
in a world where we have no idea
where to go
home and school and work and back again
some of us believing there’s a meaning
some of us refusing to admit we’re so afraid
dying as happily
as a death could ever be
believing they’ve paid their dues
when they see the light at the end of the tunnel
they’re so confident
they know just where it leads
Then some of us die terrified
And you can medicate us
morphine’s good for the soul
doesn’t let that creeping feeling
take over completely
doesn’t let you ask the question
where does the light at the end of the tunnel
lead?
So when you place that flower
on your lover’s grave
do you truly think she can see it
and when you speak to her
do you truly think she can hear?
