| Violent strings have buckled down
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| (i buckle down)
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| from the weight that it saves
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| we need a remedy
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| embody me and kill this shaking emptiness
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| theses are just fantasies
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| embalming me
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| as i sleep
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| what if you covered the face of the sun
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| (i am just a man what gives me hope)
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| of shredding the pain for too long
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| i’m under the gun
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| (as i take a breath i’ll take the plunge)
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| the edge tough as nails
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| as these two cities burn
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| in the back of our minds
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| (no will to move
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| no will to die)
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| so i guess these tombs lie
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| more suited for the enemy
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| behind the curtains reveals a man
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| (and i’m breaking down)
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| is it just possibly
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| revealing me
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| no time to breathe
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| what if you covered the face of the sun
|
| (i am just a man what gives me hope)
|
| of shredding the pain for too long
|
| i’m under the gun
|
| (as i take a breath i’ll take the plunge)
|
| the edge tough as nails
|
| as these two cities burn
|
| in the back of our minds
|
| (no will to hope
|
| no will to die)
|
| what weathers you
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| in the night
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| and if misery shadows fade
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| when i’ve been caught
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| caught living on borrowed time
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| this is my life
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| life of most violent screams
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| (open my eyes
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| we’ll fight this through)
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| swing by the sway
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| clench to the thread
|
| this is my life
|
| at the hands of a tarantula
|
| (open my eyes
|
| we’ll fight this through
|
| zip up my mouth
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| the most violent screams)
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| what if you covered the face of the sun
|
| (i am just a man what gives me hope)
|
| of shredding the pain for too long
|
| i’m under the gun
|
| (as i take a breath i’ll take the plunge)
|
| the edge tough as nails
|
| as these two cities burn
|
| in the back of our minds
|
| its almost time
|
| (no will to move)
|
| its almost time
|
| (no will to hope)
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| its almost time
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| (no will to die) |