| Lead me to cleaner water
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| I need to clean off the blue
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| Time was a foot race
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| They’re soaking in gloom
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| Marked up by the mistakes
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| That the concrete will bruise
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| Deepened eyes, they see the bottle is always empty
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| Bury your face among the pain of fire
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| Clean out the pile of skeletons you embraced
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| Vices in the way almost every time
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| Skin turned grey because of you
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| Now we swallow sorrow
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| And throw off regret to feel good
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| Skin turned grey because of you
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| Through the weight that pulls you under
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| Cut up by the glass you fell through
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| Sent to find shelter, walk the halls for a week
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| Found solace in the footsteps moving farther from the scene
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| Opened all the doors, empty rooms, they haunted me
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| Check your pulse for motivation, know the promise isn’t free
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| Deepened eyes, they see the bottle is always empty
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| Bury your face along the pain of fire
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| Clean out the pile of skeletons you embraced
|
| Vices in the way almost every time
|
| Skin turned grey because of you
|
| Now we swallow sorrow
|
| And throw off regret to feel good
|
| Skin turned grey because of you
|
| Through the weight that pulls you under
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| Cut up by the glass you fell through |