| Crawling back into my shell
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| I’m running
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| Thawing through winter to haul me to hell
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| And I know I should know better
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| But I am not a thorn for you ever
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| I’m not a thorn for you ever
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| Falling back into myself
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| I’m running
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| Waiting on someone to reach out again
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| And I know I should know better
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| But I am not a thorn for you ever
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| I’m not a thorn for you ever
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| And all you wanted was to see for yourself
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| Hollow-eyed without a low to repeat for myself
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| How will I hide
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| So give me something for the shame
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| I’m running
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| Holding my colour to see through the pain
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| Now I know I should know better
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| But I am not a thorn for you ever
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| I’m not a thorn for you ever
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| Just say the word and I’ll go, if that’s what you’re saying
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| All the years I self-proclaimed
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| And yet here I still remain
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| And if all the things I had to say
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| Are caught a million miles away
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| Will you know the truth before I lift my head?
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| We began outside the wall |