| Oh solace, I fear the man I might become
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| Your hypocrite, your hired gun
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| I count my demons one by one
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| And you chase me as I run
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| I’ve seen your face in every bar
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| And all those late nights in her car
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| I heard God meets you where you are
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| Not just an apathetic hand out in the stars
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| Oh solace, we are a broken family
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| At least we have sincerity
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| Let us rejoice and not deceive
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| There is hope out there for you
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| Like there’s hope out there for me
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| Oh solace, please send a crash to wake me up
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| The sound of your insistent drum
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| I need to know that you’re enough
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| I am a skeptic and a son
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| If you are bigger than belief
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| If you are more than eyes can see
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| Then show me how I am to be
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| And from the roots I’ll learn to breath
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| Oh solace, we are a broken family
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| At least we have sincerity
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| Let us rejoice and not deceive
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| There is hope out there for you
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| Like there’s hope out there for
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| Cut me like a sword, cut me like a sword
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| I want to show off my battle scars
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| Who I was before, who I was before
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| I’ll drown him in an ocean of my father’s blood |