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I can't see those trees anymore |
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I can't see that field |
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I can't see if we care anymore |
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But for material |
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Orange and black they wear |
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Beneath hardhats they stare |
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As metal gleams with sunlit glare |
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And ground breaks |
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Landscape laid bare |
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Foundation rises, we breathe the burning air |
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We're not satisfied but will fortune truly take us there |
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Let it break down |
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Let us build for more than the dollars where we'll drown |
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Failure finds me where |
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No one sees, do I dare |
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Let my flaws find the morning air |
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And let you shine on all my secrets |
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Days drenched in disrepair |
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Can't rewind, must relearn where |
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To run when the weight I bear |
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Draws me in to this despair |
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Let it break down |
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Let the scalpel tear the skin, I trust it now |
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I trust you now |
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Let me break |
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Everyday, everyday |
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Let me break |
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Let it break down |
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Let the scalpel tear the skin, I trust it now |
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I trust you now |