| You’ve got your motive, you set the scene
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| So how about another taste
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| Or would you like to remind me why we’re here
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| As I walk to the water to cleanse off the blood on my hands
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| The weight of this crime leaves a stain in the sand
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| I hope new tides come to wash me clean for good
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| You know that I fought with many and I won for some
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| We stared at ourselves 'til our breaking point
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| We wear our bruises like watermarks
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| The life and the death of the wild at heart
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| This empty bottle, this busted hand
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| Highlights mistakes of a broken man
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| He won’t speak up, no he won’t come out of his hole
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| We were led to believe that the language of love was god
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| So few were forgiven
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| I’ll lead a march to the wall
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| And we’ll pull it down
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| So we can rebuild it
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| I fought with many and I won for some
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| We stared at ourselves to our breaking point
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| We wear our bruises like watermarks
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| The life and the death of the wild at heart
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| When was the moment it all fell apart
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| With no sign of warning, no raised alarm
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| We still wear our bruises, we shows our scars
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| Forever the wild at heart
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| You know that I fought with many and I won for some
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| We started at ourselves 'til our breaking point
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| We wear our bruises like watermarks
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| The life and the death of the wild at heart
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| When was the moment it all fell apart
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| With no sign of warning, no raised alarm
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| We still wear our bruises, we shows our scars
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| Forever the wild at heart |