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The war is over |
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We've got no one to blame |
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But ourselves in the end |
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I walked into New York |
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I didn't have the soul I would need to survive |
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I stand here before you |
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Barren, broken, weathered and worn |
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A man told me once |
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I would fear what I'd become |
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And then he told me |
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I'd regret all the that I'd done |
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The war is over |
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We've got no one to blame |
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But ourselves in the end |
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I walked to the river |
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I could see the end of the world in your eyes |
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The atmosphere shattered |
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There's conflict on the other side |
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A man told me once |
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I would fear what we've become |
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And then he told me |
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Life is better off lived all alone |
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All alone |
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All alone |
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While the prospect is daunting, I find myself wondering if maybe he's right after all |
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All alone |
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All alone |
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I keep trying to save us, but I'm not a savior and I don't know what I've done wrong |
