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When did we become these sinking stones? |
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When did we build this broken home? |
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Holding each other like ransom notes |
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Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throat |
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You can't see because you don't know |
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You're caught below, beneath your own shadow |
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Stuck inside, half alive |
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Do you ever stop to ask yourself why? |
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Close your mind, identify |
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Do you feel, do you feel? |
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Do you call this a life? |
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All you waited for |
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Drowning just to keep score |
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We always start with good intentions |
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But lose ourselves along the way |
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This is the time that we let it go |
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These are the words that will take us home |
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Singing the song that's inside us all |
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If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind |
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Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves |
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Bitter blood builds our prison cell |
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Darker water now fills our lungs |
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The depths of our heart have blacked the sun |
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Naked we come, naked we leave |
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Fools we are, to hold tightly |
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We are the jail, we are the key |
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We are free, we are free |
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This is the time that we let it go |
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This is the pain we are forced to know |
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Singing the song that's inside us all |
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If we just open our eyes |
