| What confusing faith
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| Or have you always been this way?
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| If your tradition make you ill
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| Then do not call it will
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| An excessive trait
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| I didn’t find you in this way
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| So I proclaim there’s so much more
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| And nothing that you’ve spoke’s been said before
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| Something so wrecked can give you hope
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| Tell me that it’s not already safe to say
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| I can’t watch you move away
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| I’m on fire in all my dreams
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| When I’m awake I feel the same
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| You kiss my head
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| I wake up and bloom in red
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| You look beautiful and cold
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| And I know a weaker way to keep me warm
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| Something so wrecked can give you hope
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| Tell me that you don’t already know
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| Tell me that you know already
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| You’re my truth
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| So volley well wishes to you
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| Or am I some suppressive person
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| Or are you my inversion
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| Look now you gotta know
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| I always have a point and you just have to trust me
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| Don’t overcomplicate
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| We are not in line, you just have to love me
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| It’s ok to feel this way
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| Everything’s a scene
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| You and I can casually walk away from everything
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| No more running
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| I god damn love you
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| A failed repress
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| I can’t shake away your best
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| I felt love and nothing else
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| The void without is a charmless rung out bell
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| Something so wrecked can give you hope
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| Tell me that you don’t already know
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| Tell me that you know already |