Lost in the woods of a dream
Call it an American one
But we couldn't be further from home.

So we rode, in the search of a place
To rest our bloodshot eyes

But everything has a price to pay,
Everything has a price to pay.

In the face of a stranger
There was some sympathy to be found

So we'll draw the innocence
Don't make me regret this

Mark the line,
Right now.

Mark the f___ing lines,
We have been double crossed

Let the pain begin

Mark the lines
What's done is done

Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret.

This was never the way, still no answer
Will you stand by me when I collapse?

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