| You hear the sound of a knocking at the door
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| In the middle of the night, in that room below the floor
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| You feel the shaking of the bedrock underneath
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| Every fake smile, every lie, where that beat up monster sleeps
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| I’ll set the table and wait
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| This hunger hits like a tidal wave
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| I’ll let it rush through every window and get ready for the flood
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| 'Cause this is what happens when a heart wakes up
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| You’ll love how it hurts, as you’re swimming in the pain
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| Every ghost drowned in the water, of this sea of acid rain
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| This is the story of how every soul that chose to love
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| Every son, every daughter, that’s felt the push, and the pull, and the shove
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| I’ll set the table and wait
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| This hunger hits like a tidal wave
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| I’ll let it rush through every window and get ready for the flood
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| 'Cause this is what happens when a heart wakes up
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| Nothing comes and nothing goes
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| In a clenched up heart the blood will never flow
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| We can pray are prayers and hope someone cares
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| But in the end it’s up to us
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| Like coming back from the dead when a heart wakes up
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| I’ll set the table and wait
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| This hunger hits like a tidal wave
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| I’ll let it rush through every window and get ready for the flood
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| 'Cause this is what happens when a heart wakes up
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| This is what happens when a heart wakes up |