| I see your faith running out
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| Millions of streams in your eyes
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| The love you had is gone for good
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| The bill is all in smithereens
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| And thrown from where we stood
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| I come here with all empty hands
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| No quickfix no, no masterplan
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| But right here
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| In picking up pieces
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| We’re staring down the giants of the past
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| I believe, with a bit of adhesive
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| We stand a chance of straying far from the path
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| Were we never ever wanted
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| Never ever wanted to walk
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| I see the planes, you see the ruins
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| You see the flames
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| But the fire is only half full
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| Here you stood desperate for change
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| Them changes bit you real hard and sent you off the rails
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| But right here
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| In picking up pieces
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| We’re staring down the giants of the past
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| I believe, with a bit of adhesive
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| We stand a chance of straying far from the path
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| Were we never ever wanted
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| Never ever wanted to walk |