| Colliding thoughts disturb the peace I once enjoyed
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| A sense of balance that has long since been destroyed
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| And in the ruins all that’s left are tears and hurt
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| A deep and perfect pain I surely must deserve
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| I’m not looking for a savior
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| I arrived here on my own
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| I’m not asking for forgiveness
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| I’m just looking for my home
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| I hate this dissonance
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| This discontent that strangles me
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| Strayed far from innocence
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| So how could I be so naive
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| At odds with who I am and who I want to be
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| Against the grain of individuality
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| Choices were made and consequences settled on
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| A fatalistic game in which I play the pawn
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| I’m not looking for a savior
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| I arrived here on my own
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| I’m not asking for forgiveness
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| I’m just looking for my home
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| Sometimes we have to lose It all to find our place
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| Sometimes another chance means falling on your face
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| But wounds will heal and pain’s a teacher in the end
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| Life goes on and time gives us the chance to mend
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| I’m not looking for a savior
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| I arrived here on my own
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| I’m not asking for forgiveness
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| I’m just looking for my home |