| Stretched arms fall short
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| Your weathered finger tips grasping my heart
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| False confidence or true insecurity, it all leads me
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| To believe in your self hatred
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| To believe your still half hearted
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| Let it all sink in into your skin
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| Let it all sink into your skin
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| I’ve ripped and torn down homes
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| The forests I’ve burned
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| We can’t just lay down and die
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| You don’t have the will
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| Stretched arms fall short of grasping my heart
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| False confidence or true insecurity, it all leads me
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| To believe in your self hatred
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| To believe your still half hearted
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| Let it all sink in into your skin
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| Let it all sink in into your skin
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| The flames are climbing
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| They’re wrapping around my skin
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| Feel my heat
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| My flesh burns
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| With what I desire
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| Her icy touch drives them back
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| False confidence or true insecurity, it all leads me
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| To believe in your self hatred
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| To believe your still half hearted
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| Let it all sink in into your skin
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| Let it all sink into your skin
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| We can all see the sweat
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| On your broken brow
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| Abrupt endings
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| Your nerves betray
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| You clearer doubts
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| We’ve never seen in the eyes of a beast the animal
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| Drive is gone the beast on our backs is dead and done |