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I came in off a dead end street.
Walked in slow and took a back row seat;
I knew I had nothing new to say.
So many people looking so burned out
I couldn't help feeling bad about just
Having to be there anyway.

A friend of a friend from work came in.
I never have known what to make of him,
He'd always seemed to be so insincere to me.
You know I've always been afraid of a 12 step crowd;
They laugh too much and talk too loud
Like they all know where everyone should be.

It's been a long,
A long, long year.
It's been a long,
A long, long year.
How did I get here?

They were talking in a circle, I was by myself
Everyone was telling everyone how they felt;
It felt like so long since I'd been young.
As the circle kept moving its way to the back
I was wondering what I was going to say.
In fact, I still didn't know
As it rolled off my tongue...

It's been a long,
A long, long year.
It's been a long,
A long, long year.
How did I get here?

I didn't say a word all the way to my car
But a little later on that night at the bar
I was telling everyone how strange my day had been.
They said "Brother, all you need is another shot"
So I threw one down and said "thanks a lot"
As I thought to myself "Well, here we go again".

It's been a long,
A long, long year.
It's been a long,
A long, long year.
How did I get here?