| Pain is like my driver, driving me insane
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| I’m screaming out
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| Help me carry this burden
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| Pressure all around that tries to drag us to the deep
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| Grief like a halo around my neck
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| My salvation, bricks and mortar
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| Nailing shut my coffin, coughing in the rain
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| I’m screaming out
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| Help me shoulder this tombstone
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| Searching to defeat the many things that keep us weak
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| Grief like a halo around my neck
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| My salvation, bricks and mortar
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| Help save me from the cold
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| You can tear away my flesh
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| You can crush all my bones
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| But you will never take my soul
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| Broken like an arrow, arrow in my leg
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| I’m screaming for someone to shoulder this burden
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| Strengthen up our grip against the changing of the tide
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| Grief like a halo around my neck
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| My salvation, bricks and mortar
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| Help save me from the cold
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| Take this halo
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| I dream of bricks and mortar
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| Salvation for my soul
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| I dream of bricks and mortar
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| Help save me from the cold |