| More thought is less than said
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| war fought inside my head
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| hard times and valiant tides
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| closed eyes and still frame minds
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| cause all thoughts hate modern words
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| its not just the truth that hurts
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| scars heal but never stray
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| will i see another day
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| (another day)
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| (I'm starting to see my…)
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| (I'm starting to see my…)
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| Before and aftermath
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| a lost cause down countless paths
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| loose grips and handlebars
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| the dull glow of lesser stars
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| I fall short with every mile
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| with fistfights and single file
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| if all this just washed away
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| would I see a brand new day
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| (a brand new day…)
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| (I'm starting to see my…)
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| (I'm starting to see my…)
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes
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| I’m starting to see my oceans were lakes |