| Made like a mirror to reflect his glory
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| But the glass got smashed, bought a counterfeit story
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| We gave into pride
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| Sacrificed life, on that day we died inside
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| Outside we ignited a rebellion
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| An infectious disease that labels us felons
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| Cold and alone, ever wandering in search of a home
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| Bridge:
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| Hearts breaking, hands shaking
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| In time with our hearts vibrating
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| We say bridges to yesterday are burned
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| Seasons over, all those leaves have turned
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| But we cannot look down
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| We can never keep our gaze locked on the ground
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| And we stand with wide wide eyes
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| As our world comes crashing down
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| Chorus
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| Who am I to say I’m right?
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| Who am I to say you’re wrong?
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| Play judge, look you in the eye
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| Who am I to throw the stones?
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| I remember when trust went for free
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| Sold for a smile on the face of a fantasy
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| Truth found her home in the pages of fairy tales
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| Decadent words formed the phrases for dreams that failed
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| Now trust is a costly commodity
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| Giving it away is the mark of absurdity
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| And truth is a homeless traveler
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| Hoping in the night to be found
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| And we wave goodbye to our innocence
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| And we wave goodbye to our ignorance
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| And we wave goodbye to our nursery mindsets
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| Abandoning cribs of complacence |