| Holding onto sickness kept me tied to the road of old
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| What was once a hand of faith turned to rust from gold
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| Weakening position where I place my eyes alone
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| There is a loss all around, there is birth again I know
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| Pull me out of the dirt
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| Let the light cleanse me
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| Second chances were meant to divide
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| The death of our woes
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| Of our woes
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| I’m surfacing again
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| Let the light come clean my bones
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| From the ice and snow below
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| It’s buried deep in hope
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| Clean my bones
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| From ice and snow
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| Deep in hope
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| Old gold
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| Violence, the color outweighs lines of magnitude
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| Where a cold brush with death makes it hard enough to chew
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| Poisonous, the bottle that takes shape in solitude
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| Where the numbing outlives hell 'til the ends just come unglued
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| Pull me out of the dirt
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| Let the light cleanse me
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| Second chances were meant to divide
|
| The death of our woes
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| Of our woes
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| I’m surfacing again
|
| Let the light come clean my bones
|
| From the ice and snow below
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| It’s buried deep in hope
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| Clean my bones
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| From ice and snow
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| Deep in hope
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| Deep in hope
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| Old gold
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| Empty the tank, leave it all on the floor
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| Empty the tank, leave it all
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| Better to breathe in the sinking of the coast
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| Inside the throes, inside the throes of the bend
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| I’m surfacing again
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| Let the light come clean my bones
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| From the ice and snow below
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| It’s buried deep in hope
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| Clean my bones
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| From ice and snow
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| Deep in hope
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| Deep in hope
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| Clean my bones |