| A calm hand on a fabric that’s already sewn
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| I’m still not ready to face these demons alone
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| The ivy crawls across my throne
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| Seems like everyone around here is slowly changing
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| And this is falling to my knees
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| Is this water still clean?
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| So we grow to be the best
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| And through all my fears I can attest
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| You told me that nothing was
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| Impossible but there’s nothing left
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| But all that comes from this
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| Is another year
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| We float here as my body lays in this bed
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| Theres no remorse to bear with so much pain to declare
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| You still pull the air into my lungs
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| Seems like everyone around here is always changing
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| If this place ever feel like home
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| Is this water, is this water still clean?
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| So we grow to be the best
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| And through all my fears I can attest
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| You told me that nothing was
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| Impossible but there’s nothing left
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| But all that comes from this
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| Is another year |