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I’m walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall. To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can’t take it all. And everything is said and done I won’t have one thing left. What happened to everything that I ever known. All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make. Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s a little too late. It’s a voices lie, innocents die. And all your dreams, and all your money they don’t mean a thing. When everything is said and done, you won’t have one thing left. What happened to everything that I ever known. All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed thatyou make. Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s a little too late. It’s a little too late. All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make. Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s a little too late. All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make. Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s a little too late. It’s a little too late.