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The blood is dried and the wounds are high |
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The scars are settling in |
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So I keep the light low and they still show |
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I sink [Incomprehensible] |
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And what it means, what it really means |
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It's time |
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I let everything go |
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That's killing me and turning me |
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Spinning me so out of control |
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I don't wanna let go |
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I don't wanna let go |
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I don't know what for but these open doors |
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Keep slamming in on me |
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And if life's a joke then it's getting old |
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And I hope |
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God's looking out for me |
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And what it means, what it really means |
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It's time |
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I let everything go |
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That's killing me and turning me |
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Spinning me so out of control |
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I don't wanna let go |
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I don't wanna let go |
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And what it means, what it really means |
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It's time |
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I let everything go |
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That's killing me and turning me |
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Spinning me so out of control |
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I don't wanna let go |
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I don't wanna let go |
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The blood is dried and the wounds are high |
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The scars are settling in |
