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So here I am |
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Sitting on a pile of stones |
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Waiting for the rain to fall |
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To wash away the dust from my hands |
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So here I am |
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Sitting on a pile of broken bones |
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Waiting for the sun to shine |
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Just to find my way to another day |
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I hear you call to me |
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But there's nothing I can do |
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I hear you call to me |
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But I can't help you |
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So here I am |
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Nothing more to give the world |
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Hoping for another chance |
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As I try to make a stand against the tide |
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And now I walk in fire |
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I see the flames are grower stronger, dancing higher |
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And voices from the blue |
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Their screams will not be silenced, as I stand accused |
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I look for mercy in their eyes |
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But only find despising gazes |
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So here I am |
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Wasted and torn apart |
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Waiting for the end to come |
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Release me from the guilt I've had to bear |
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So here I am |
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Sitting on a pile of broken hearts |
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Waiting for the end to come |
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And take away the burden of my fear |
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I hear you call to me |
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But there's nothing I can do |
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I hear you call to me |
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But I can't help you - But I can't help you |
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So here I am, sitting on a pile of stones... |