| Faint heart
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| World can wait for the weary hands to learn it’s too late
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| But I’m spit and I’m rough dirt
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| What do you want from me?
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| Faint heart
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| Tip of my tongue
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| A song like youth, wasted on the young
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| And it’s over and over
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| What kind of father could I be?
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| Faint heart
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| Rain to the spark
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| At last my light, giving in to dark
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| And the thought of it crumbling to dust, no, I was not done
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| Faint heart
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| I beg she won’t see the coward, the cur, maybe this is me
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| These hands shaped stone
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| But I’m scared like you wouldn’t believe
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| Faint heart
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| Only a glimpse
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| I was wrong, take it back, just let this one live
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| Then it hits me like ice to the bone
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| What if I’m just like him?
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| Good god
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| Give me the strength that I need not to be
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| To fight, not to flee
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| Or succumb to the beast underneath
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| What if he’s just like me? |
| Naked in the wild
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| All was reconciled
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| When I held my child
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| Quiet mind
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| Peace, reach
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| Quiet mind
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| Be at peace, reach
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| We are the fire that whispers our mother’s words
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| Help me, love, help me to finish it
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| We are the soil that joy gave form
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| We are the dream, and these are my father’s hands
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| Help me, love, help me to finish it
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| We are the soil that joy gave form
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| Rising waves cry, «He'll go first, he’ll go first»
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| (You know it al all that’s left of your dream)
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| (You know that it is true)
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| Is all this nothing to you?
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| (Hope sings to the dust of you)
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| Fear
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| (What if they were right?)
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| (He was always the better)
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| He was always the better
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| (The thief who shapes the world)
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| The thief who shapes the images you dreamed
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| (Dreamed for nothing)
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| All unfinished dreams
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| For nothing
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| (The images you dreamed were for nothing)
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| (Take back what’s yours, don’t keep me waiting)
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| (Take back what’s yours, don’t keep me waiting)
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| Just take back what’s yours, don’t keep me waiting
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| No more hope, broken pieces in your hands
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| (In your weary hands)
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| Waves rushing in
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| I’m waiting
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| I wait
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| He sees me
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| Waves receding
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| The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
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| I’d feared it
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| Just like me
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| The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
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| Storm’s distant
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| I’m still closer than ever
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| I’m healing my hurt
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| One day I’ll repay this kindness
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| Oh, he sees me
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| Whole
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| Her voice is telling me
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| To breathe and let it be, the lion
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| Heed my words
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| The man arise from earth
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| The life, the lie is worth, the liar
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| Heed my words, you’ll go first
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| The wound that would not heal
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| The boy, the broken wheel, the lion
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| Heed my hurt
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| The wind that whips the waves
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| The spit, the second grave, the liar
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| Heed my hurt, you’ll go first
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| We are the fire that whispers our mother’s words
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| Help me, love, help me to finish it
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| We are the soil that joy gave form
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| We are the dream, and these are my father’s hands
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| Help me, love, help me to finish it
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| We are the soil that joy gave form
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| Waves receding, and faith is fading like the sun
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| The work left undone
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| Greed brought us here
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| Soon, blood to soil
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| Now that has been taken from me
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| Tell me it was all for nothing
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| Alright
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| Play the part, the eyes, the witness
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| That I can touch you deep, can you feel this?
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| Alright
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| Breathe and let it be
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| Carving out the world that you stole
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| Bite down on it, dig a new hole, O hands
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| I beg you, break stone beneath me
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| Knowing that she won’t forgive me
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| Not this time, not again
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| But she married my anger too
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| And what am I to stay to my son now?
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| My work undone
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| Hands shape stone
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| Reconcile |