| As serenity floods, driving my brain in circles
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| Humility reminds me to just let the composure be
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| God grant me the power to know the things I can change
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| The things I can’t, and the difference
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| But this pain has a face
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| Vilified, unstricken
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| Deeper than what my soul can give, higher than my mind
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| Sharing all of my late night testimonies while your tongues touch
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| As the rat creeps past my eyes, onto your legs
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| Dragging my mourning through the streets of our town
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| First impressions, second glances at souls you’d think you know
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| Have you ever dreamed you would wake up dead?
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| I’d swear that I have, but my word is temporary
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| Residence of my mind’s eye
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| Endless fucking trudge
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| Recognition versus the ability to let go
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| Of the places and people that destroy me the most
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| In ways, there is no rhythm or reason
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| And in that lies the sickness
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| You just know, you just know
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| You just know, you just know |