| Too unafraid of what’s to come
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| I hit the ground and run
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| Not sure what’s coming next
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| And never looking back
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| Hollow nights to empty days
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| Something had to change
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| Before it gets too late and there’s no turning back
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| Lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| So lonely, fragile and unloved
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| Lost inside ourselves and blindly staring at the sun
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| So lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| Line them up they fall
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| Something to live for
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| Not sure who’s coming next
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| But never looking back
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| I want something more
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| Something to live for
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| Before it gets too late and there’s no turning back
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| Lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| So lonely, fragile and unloved
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| Lost inside ourselves and blindly staring at the sun
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| So lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| One by one we fit and then we fall
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| Lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| So lonely, fragile and unloved
|
| Lost inside ourselves and blindly staring at the sun
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| So lonely, is this what we’ve become?
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| Is this what we’ve become?
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| So lonely, fragile and unloved
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| Lost inside ourselves and blindly staring at the sun
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| So lonely, is this what we’ve become? |