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A pushed patience |
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Will finally take its toll |
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Burn away lost hours |
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Burn another hole |
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(Burn another hole, burn another hole...) |
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Follow trails of fingertips |
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Live through your breath |
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Leaving you will be like |
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The burden of death |
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Do we turn to logic or |
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Follow love blindly |
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Release all we instilled or |
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Let it guide us to the end |
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It's coming back to haunt us |
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All the things we fought |
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Words fall from your lips |
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But never from my thoughts |
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Let the numbered days lead |
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Live through your breath |
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Leaving you will be like |
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The burden of death |
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Do we turn to logic or |
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Follow love blindly |
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Release all we instilled or |
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Let it guide us to the end |
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We'll live in this moment |
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These days will fade through |
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As we're forced to watch the time |
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Fade away, fade away on you |
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In this hole we taste the scars |
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We waste the end like dying stars |
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In this hole we taste the scars |
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We waste-- |
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Do we turn to logic or |
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Follow love blindly |
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Release all we instilled or |
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Let it guide us to the end |
