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It's easy to leave |
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It's hard to stay behind and rest |
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With all the stupid things I believe |
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and watch my life drift like dust |
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I hope I make it to a warm heart |
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I hope that's where I belong |
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I hope I don't end up out of breath |
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Wherever the washed up are hung |
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I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become |
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Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone? |
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My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin |
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Home |
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Home |
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Home |
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I hope I make it home |
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I got lost and the road dragged on and on |
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I couldn't remember what I was chasing |
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No, or what I had become |
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I always thought my life looked much better at a distance |
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Now I'm just another set of eyes lost in the blur |
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and the only thing left in this world that bothers to hate me |
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is my pride |
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No one sees me, they don't need to to know I slipped away with the tide |
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Home |
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Home |
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Home |
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I hope I make it home |
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I got lost, I started hating my own skin |
