| Spreading your love from the tip of a sword
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| Echoing the reason that poisons you
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| Thinking you know what’s good for us all
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| I wish I could reach out…
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| To silence you
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| But I’m a waste in your eyes
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| You say you don’t need me to save you tonight
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| But I need to save you tonight
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| I’m standing alone on the brink of a stone
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| Trying to humanise the enemy inside of you
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| We’re cut from the same cloth but we are
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| Stained with the poison of pride
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| We’re sucking the life from the whole of the world
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| Can’t be confined or condemned to be
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| Reduced to a place that’s a violent resolve
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| To the end they will try
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| And silence you
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| 'cause we’re a waste in their eyes
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| The grace they describe
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| Won’t save you tonight
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| Spreading your love from the tip of a sword
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| Echoing your reason that poisons you
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| Of all your fear, love, anymore?
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| Let pride come before a fall
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| I wish you could see and leave for something more
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| Than the things I’m confined and condemned to be
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| They will know our needs and we won’t be ignored
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| So that we may see some light
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| Don’t let them silence you
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| 'cause you’re a waste in their eyes
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| There’s a grace inside of you…
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| I need tonight… |