| Is this, is this the end?
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| Hands tied to this sinking ship
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| Release what’s left of you
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| Reveal who you truly are
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| Your true and passionate existence
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| This world is a cold hard place
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| These chains are thick as hell
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| They hurt and cut you open
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| They hurt and bleed you dry
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| Daily contribution to a system
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| In which you do not fit
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| Feeling of deception and being useless
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| I swear I’ve been there too
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| Wish I could have showed you the way
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| Wish I’d have been there for you
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| Cause sometimes all you really need is something you can hold on to
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| I know this taste stuck in your mouth
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| I know this apathy too well
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| Just like the sight of your open wrist
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| It’s forever stuck in my head
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| Your true and passionate existence
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| Release your true, and passionate…
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| This world is a cold hard place
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| These chains are thick as hell
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| They hurt and cut you open
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| They hurt and bleed you dry
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| Daily contribution to a system
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| In which you do not fit
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| Feeling of deception and being useless
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| I swear I’ve been there too
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| For years I thought I was safe from this
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| But you prove me once again
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| There is no way out
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| Sometimes all you need
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| Is something to hold on to
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| And years, thinking I was safe…
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| But the sight of the blood
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| Coming out of your wrist
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| Is yet another failure
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| Sometimes all you need is something to hold on to
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| That thing for me was you |