| Now I just see no colour of sunrise in your eyes
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| Disfigured and pure like the demise of Lucifer
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| I was cold when you found me outside the wake
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| With the grief on my tongue like a glass snowflake
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| Forgot my excitement watching this clock
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| Now I walk in the fields of my paradise lost
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| How we fall so far from grace
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| I used to dream of escaping here
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| I would pack all my bags and make big plans to disappear
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| But now that I’m grown I just sink like a stone
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| Through the comfort of gravity
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| Now I’ll drink off this bottle as it drains off of me
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| If my heart is the thunder my tears are the sea
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| That will drag me right under
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| Ten thousand feet to this wasteland of silence
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| How we fall so far from grace
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| And I say… God don’t be kind to me
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| Take back your liberty
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| Hang my freedom from this precipice
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| Just in front of me
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| Take back your Midas touch
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| Lord, it won’t matter much
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| If you cast me out I’ll just crawl away
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| It’s my prophecy |