| Where is the life within us?
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| Buried inside
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| Where is the light that blinds us?
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| Buried alive not ready to die
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| Go!
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| You found me at my worst
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| When I was far too weak to grow
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| Speaking all your shallow words
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| And always casting the first stone
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| In spite of all my fears
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| And how I may have lost my way
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| Only now I know the truth
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| You tried to suffocate me
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| Suffocate me
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| Look at what we’ve become
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| Buried alive not ready to die
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| Awake and coming clean
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| If you can’t sleep, it’s your conscience
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| That’s eating away at the mess you made
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| So let’s end this
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| Sew this last stitch
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| Lift this weight off my chest
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| I’ll put you to rest
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| The past should stay dead
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| How did we find ourselves here?
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| Haunted by our own design
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| With everything that’s come to pass
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| Makes it harder to confine
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| Reach up with open hands
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| Nobody left to pull me through
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| And if I lose my grief
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| Still better off without you
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| If you can’t sleep, it’s your conscience
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| That’s eating away at the mess you made
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| So let’s end this
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| Sew this last stitch
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| Lift this weight off my chest
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| I’ll put you to rest
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| The past should stay dead
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| You’re like a cancer living inside of me, of me
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| I feel the pressure
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| It’s getting harder to breathe, to breathe
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| You’re like a cancer living inside of me, of me
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| I feel the pressure
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| It’s getting harder to breathe, to breathe
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| You’re like a cancer living inside of me
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| If you can’t sleep
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| It’s your conscience
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| You’re like a cancer living inside of me
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| So let’s end this
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| Sew this last stitch
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| You’re like a cancer living inside of me
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| The past should stay dead |