| I always hoped that it could be something else
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| I couldn’t think about it cos it made me too depressed
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| And in my head it rang like silver bells
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| To think that even one single wound could be healed
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| But on a clear and cloudless day
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| It feels like the planet’s atmosphere
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| Is stitched together by everyone’s pain
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| And we just breathe it in…
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| But they want something that they couldn’t get
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| Something that no longer exists
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| Or that doesn’t yet
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| And we try so hard
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| And we try to make
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| Something out of this
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| Sad and rainy day
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| I always hoped that it could be something else
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| I always hoped that it could be something else
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| I always hoped that it could be something else
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| I always hoped that it could be something else
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| I’M TIRED
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| I’M OUT OF BREATH
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| I’M SCARED OF EVERYTHING THAT’S LEFT
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| I JUST WANT SOME GENTLENESS
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| BUT TENSION AND DESPAIR
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| IS ALL WE EVER GET
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| Are u ok?
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| Sorry, um
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| No no but like are-
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| Got kinda carried away there…
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| I’m saying are you actually
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| Ok
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| Whatever…
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| Lemme try this one more time
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| Building it out of ashes
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| Building it out of trash it’s all we’ve got left
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| Building it out of ashes
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| Building it out of trash it’s all we’ve got left
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| MOTHERFUCKER YEAH!!!
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| On a clear and cloudless day
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| It feels like the planets atmosphere
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| Haha…
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| Motherfucker. |
| Yeah
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| Is stitched together by everyone’s pain
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| Building it out of ashes
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| Building it out of trash it’s all we’ve got left
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| Building it out of ashes
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| Building it out of trash it’s all we’ve got left
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| Building it out of ashes
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| Building it out of trash it’s all we’ve got left
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| BUILDING IT OUT OF ASHES
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| BUILDING IT OUT OF TRASH ITS
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| ALL WE’VE GOT LEFT
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| I need somewhere to spit in here…
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| Like my- |