| Once again i’ll call your name
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| You’ll hear but not answer
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| Foolish heart quakes with pain, mocking embrace
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| I push away longing, aching my company
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| Wither decay, this empty inheritance
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| Looking glass shattered eyes, bleeding so softly
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| Selfishness hollow smile, cracks my foundation
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| I push away longing, aching my company
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| Wither decay, this empty inheritance
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| Bleeding me dry, a foolish display
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| You walk through my halls and you tear me down
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| Masochist some would say… but you feel like home to me
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| Winter mood illuminates
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| These lasting impressions I elevate
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| This last thing I do regret for you feel like home to me
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| Silver tongue, crystal eyes, follow my piper
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| For my fear shield of lies, completing my failure
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| I push away longing, aching my company
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| Wither decay, this empty inheritance
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| Now my sins show the way, to lasting impressions
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| Not forget last of days, to where I will follow
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| I push away longing, aching my company
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| Wither decay, this empty inheritance
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| Bleeding me dry, a foolish display
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| You walk through my halls and you tear me down
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| Masochist some would say… but you feel like home to me
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| Winter mood illuminates
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| These lasting impressions I elevate
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| This last thing I do regret for you feel like home to me
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| Fading colors you’ve shown me
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| And your arms have led me far astray
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| You feel like home to me
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| You were like home to me |