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Room 401 Long roads were all I had in the dead of the night Nothing could prepare me for the battles I would fight I wasn't meant to stay in this place that I was born I knew I had to find myself, inevitably torn Day after day into my words I'd sink Until those days were over, because I was the missing link My home in sight under these lights It's calling out, it seems to be the only place that restores my dying faith in what is real and true Long roads were all I had in the dead of the night And nothing could prepare me for the battles I would have to fight Strange faces threw me in quicker than before Memorizing lines as I hurried through the door Where are these cruel people, vile to the core? Surely I was trapped but nothing like before |