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Did you come that we might just survive? |
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Did you come so we could just get by? |
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Did you walk among us |
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So we might merely limp along beside? |
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I was bound, I have been set free |
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But I have settled for apathy |
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Did you come to make me new |
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And know I'd crawl right back into the skin you found me in? |
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It's where I am, not where I've been |
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You make me want to live |
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You make me want to live |
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You came to shake us |
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And to wake us up to something more |
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Than we'd always settled for |
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And you make me want to live |
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We've all been up on the mountain top |
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A golden glow that?s bound to soon wear off |
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Then it's back to the mundane telling tales of glory days |
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When we were hopeful that this change was here to stay |
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So why would a young man |
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Live in a waste land |
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When the castle of his dreams is standing by? |
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Why would a princess |
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Put on an old dress |
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To dance with her beloved and a chance to catch his eye? |
