| Into the fray we can’t jump to conclusions
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| For we are not what it seems like
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| Give me your hand, give me your hand
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| I came to you
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| You promised me
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| That you were on just a temporary phase
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| Sheets in the wind
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| No harm at all
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| No blood, no foul
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| But now you’re hurt
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| And it’s just killing me to see
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| Tonight I’d do anything to untie you
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| From this locomotive
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| If falling faster helps
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| I’ll sink into oblivion
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| I’ll sink so fast your head will spin
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| You hold the vapor in your hands
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| To disregard the scent that pulls you out
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| This fleeting glimpse is all you have
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| Please don’t blink twice
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| It will disappear before your eyes
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| I saw the look in your eyes
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| Screaming out for mercy
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| Sidestepping series of disappearing waves
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| Of disappointment
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| All the things that hold you back
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| Please tell me why you won’t let me in
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| You’re slitting your own neck
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| And I can’t stop you from trying
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| If falling faster helps
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| I’ll sink into oblivion
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| I’ll sink so fast your head will spin
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| You hold the vapor in your hands
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| To disregard the scent that pulls you out
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| This fleeting glimpse is all you have
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| Please don’t blink twice
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| It will disappear before your eyes
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| Your heart is beating faster now
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| With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word
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| My heart is bursting for the time
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| When sleep won’t come
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| Till safety rings in my ears
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| I’ll never be able to sleep
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| I’ll never be able to sleep again
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| Thanks for coming
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| He said as he walked up to the steps
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| With our heads held low
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| Aware of out cracked faces in the sun
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| We had been running for so long
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| We had been running
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| That our shoes were as paper
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| As we struggled on these blistered feet
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| His words are as a gentle breeze
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| We had been sweating
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| Grief stricken tears we had been crying
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| But it was finished all along
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| Now we can hold our hears up high
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| And say that it was worth the climb
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| The struggle for our very soul
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| The struggle was not ours at all |