| Willing and waiting to come back from the edge
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| But the look in her eyes says she’s leaving
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| Things I should have been saying that I swallowed instead
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| How a silence can be so deceiving
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| And so we’ve begun the crawl trying to break the fall
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| Some kind of wrecking ball we turned out to be
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| This is on me
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| Caught at the ending and all I have is the hurt
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| Have I made him forget how to love me?
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| Now it crumbles and crashes, but maybe there’s hope for us yet
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| 'Til we’re one with the Earth, a way we can make this thing work again
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| And some phoenix may rise from these ashes but the fire comes first
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| Love we’ve begun the crawl, how do we break the fall?
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| Some kind of wrecking ball we turned out to be
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| This is on me
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| This is on me, oh
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| This is on me, oh
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| This is on me |