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Ooh if you pull too hard |
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Then the string will break |
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And if you leave the slack |
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Then the string won't hold |
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So how can we find ourselves? |
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Trapped in our own private hells |
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Where we just scream, but no one can hear |
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X marks the spot where the dig begins |
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The treasure is found within |
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The broken hearts that are soaked with fear |
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Fill the glass to the brim |
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And it will spill out |
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And keep on sharpening the knife |
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And then it will, it will be so blunt |
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So how can we find ourselves? |
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Trapped in our own private hells |
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Where we just scream, but no one can hear |
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X marks the spot where the dig begins |
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The treasure is found within |
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The broken hearts that are soaked with fear(To be at one with all your life) |
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So how can we find ourselves? |
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Trapped in our own private hells |
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Where we just scream but no one can hear(So how can we find ourselves?) |
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To be, at one, with all your life(Trapped in our own private hells)(Where we just scream, but no one can hear) |
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And do, without doing a thing(X marks the spot where the dig begins)(The treasure is found within)(The broken hearts that are soaked with fear) |
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Don't try too hard to understand |
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Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand |
