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Barstool Warrior

Dream Theater
In a dark and lonely corner,
all the time in Dark-side inn
sits a local barstool warrior
talking to his gin.

Treating past decisions,
he motions for a shot.
Is he doomed to be a
man this world forgot?

Just a prisoner of the monster on his back!

Call it bad luck, call it fate,
call it stuck here the rest of my days.
Serves me right, what went wrong,
and where do I belong?

In the glow of flashing lights,
on the shoulder of the road
clutching at the bruised
and tired skin.

She tries to signal danger
with anguish in her eyes
Will he see the world of pain
she's in, or is it too late?

Was it bad luck, was it fate,
or a past that she couldn't escape?
It's not right, something's wrong!
Just where do I belong?

Promises made, crying in vain,
all empty, never accepting the blame
and not letting go of the shame.

A river of tears as months turned to years,
all wasted on someone not willing to change.
Now only a shadow remains!

No one can save you
and there's no one to see.
It has been written, you will become
all you think, all you feel, all you dream.

Now I'm cutting the anchor away,
and I won't look back.
I'm starting a new life today,
now I see where I belong.