| We’ve been writing down the past few years
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| Looking back we did well
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| We traced lines to connect the dots left behind
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| To lead us back to the field that we burned to the ground
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| At the end of my life, this is the last thing I will try
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| Because I can barely stand. |
| I just bleed and crawl
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| I wrote this down so you could cry for it
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| But you died for it
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| And now I take back every single word I said
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| I’ve been staying up at night so
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| I can watch the world change from my window
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| Staring at the seams
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| This world is losing interest in me
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| At the end of my life, this is the last thing I will try
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| Because I can barely stand. |
| I just bleed and crawl
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| I wrote this down so you could cry for it
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| But you died for it
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| And now I take back every single word I said
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| And I’ve had dreams
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| Of a cliff that stands between you and me
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| Reading the sign would say «we're done for»
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| But I have hope for the change that you can bring upon this whole mess
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| We built a hole, now sleep in it
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| There are problems that I can’t relay
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| But you wrote the book on how to take life away
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| You welcomed the devil
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| He entered our home
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| If you don’t worship God, are you worshipping evil? |