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You told yourself |
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There was nothing left to live for; |
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The final door |
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Is hidden in a wreath of |
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Questions and suggestions you have always ignored. |
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Maybe now it's time you took this as a sign |
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That you're worth so much more. |
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Don't be scared, |
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Your head is full of misery, |
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Can't you see, it's playing tricks with your dreams, |
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And churning them into a sea of stagnant defeat. |
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Maybe now it's time you let the waves collide |
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And drag you to the shore. |
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Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
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You'll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
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In your broken mind. |
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Sadness is a bruise, |
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I'll leave the trust in you, |
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I know that you'll pull through. |
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So roam now, |
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You're heading to another place, |
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Just you, |
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Nothing left in your view. |
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The blinds came down as this old town |
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Expired and withdrew |
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Its long and bitter hold on you. |
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Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
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You'll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
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In your broken mind. |
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Sadness is a bruise, |
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I'll leave the trust in you, |
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I know that you'll pull through. |
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Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
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You'll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
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In your broken mind. |
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Sadness is a bruise, |
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I'll leave the trust in you, |
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I know that you'll pull through. |
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Sadness is a bruise, |
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I'll leave the trust in you, |
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I know that you'll pull through. |
