| I feel like the last lit candle in the back of my mind
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| Both palms to the future, so slack in the line
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| But no qualms with it i don’t flip a coin like the rest of em
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| Or fall into line and live life by the pendulum
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| And never would i sell my soul
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| Find the beauty in the little things you can’t control
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| Break the mold from it look you can see tomorrow in my eyes
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| And expect nothing less than a lesson in disguise
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| When the clouds clear heavens just a six letter word like crutch
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| Hanging on the syllables and verbs of trust
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| And this is why i walk where the road ends
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| And live inside that little space where the notes been
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| Like this is all that ever made sense
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| My hopes, my flesh, my bones, my breath
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| Exposed
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| Holding onto to truth like it’s slipping and the cliffs edge is cutting the rope
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| I think it’s time to let go
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| Look at what you started
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| Got the whole world holding their heads in their hands
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| Trying to find a reason
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| Trying to figure out the pieces to find another meaning to believe it
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| Look at what you started
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| Got the whole world shaking their fists at the sky
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| Trying to find a reason
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| Trying to blame it on the momma like it’s coming through to take away their
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| jesus
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| I see the glow in the window from the street
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| And i seek truth through the passion i release
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| And absorb it all of this has torn apart the seams
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| And explained to me that i don’t need a hand to hold the dreams
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| And i don’t need to stand in front of god to intervene
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| With a devil that’s inside trying to take away my dreams
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| I created play my little life on the strings
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| Carve a sentence out of silence and wear it like a ring
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| To remember hell is just a four letter word like fear
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| Tracing the reflection of your tears
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| I’ve been choking on my everything for years
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| Trying to force a meaning into anything that smudged the mirror
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| Like i learned that this is not about control
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| No wins no loss no points no goals just go
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| Holding onto the truth like it’s slipping and the cliffs edge is cutting the
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| rope
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| I think it’s time to let go
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| Look at what you started
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| Got the whole world holding their heads in their hands
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| Trying to find a reason
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| Trying to figure out the pieces to find another meaning to believe it
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| Look at what you started
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| Got the whole world shaking their fists at the sky
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| Trying to find a reason
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| Trying to blame it on the momma like it’s coming through to take away their
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| jesus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catapults , by - Grieves. Song from the album 88 Keys & Counting, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп