| There was a smile, and wave
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| Over other signals
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| While you dug your grave
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| Underneath the floorboards
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| Asking God to show his face
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| So we could fill the empty space
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| Spending your nights alone
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| Trapped inside our mind
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| A prisoner to believing that
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| The world would shut you out
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| When you did it all yourself
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| And we are done
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| I’ll burn out
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| From all the pain you kept inside
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| All of the pain you hid behind
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| You hid behind
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| Now there’s an empty house
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| Four walls falling down
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| Just like the hollow shelf
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| You would step all around it
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| All your things are in the street
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| In a box that’s labelled free
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| Spending your nights alone
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| Trapped inside your mind
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| A prisoner to believing that
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| The world would shut you out
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| When you did it all yourself
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| And we are done
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| I’ll burn out
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| From all the pain you kept inside
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| All of the pain you hid behind
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| And you can quit
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| And leave your life
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| From all the pain you kept inside
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| All of the pain you hid behind
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| You hid behind
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| You kept your faith
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| But you lost your hope
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| You tied the knot
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| But you cut the rope
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| And when you listened to God he never spoke
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| And you can quit
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| And leave your life
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| From all the pain you kept inside
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| The pain you hid behind
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| You hid behind |