This is my therapy You breathe life into me My only sanity Within these walls is where Im free Square peg, round hole Faces come and faces go There is so little cast in stone Regarding life, luck, loss, love But there is one thing that I know for sure These are the only crowded rooms Because of these days Ill never have nothing at all Because of these times theres only so far I can fall There will always be a place, there will be a crowded room Where Im not all alone The years have come and multiplied So much of me has been washed out with the tide Still theres nowhere else That Id rather be Drawn in like a moth to a flame Without these days Id have gone insane So many hearts pinned to so many sleeves Within these blessed walls You have set me free There is no mistake, that Im not free to make All because of six strings stretched across a board
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