| I walk so tired, so opaque
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| His words, too many I can
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| Share our cultures casualty
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| Can’t see the forest from the trees
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| We laugh at a time that came and went
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| Colors boast from the east sky, resting
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| Over nostalgia, we retract
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| And now is ours but the then we can’t get back
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| And when the world comes crashing down
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| Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound
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| Just watch it fall, watch it come down
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| Feel it as it goes, does it feel good to let go
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| I lost myself along the way
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| Restless nights mixed with purposeless days
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| Counting forward, taking steps
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| To a better man, the one you can live with
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| And when the world comes crashing down
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| Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound
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| Just watch it fall, watch it come down
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| Feel it as it goes, does it feel good to let go
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| Full of color, all she’s made of
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| Melancholy ways to count her scars
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| Her scars
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| Full of color, all she’s made of
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| Melancholy ways to count her scars
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| To count her scars
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| And when the world comes crashing down
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| Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound
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| Just watch it fall, watch it come down
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| Feel it as it goes, does it feel good to let go
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| And when the world comes crashing down
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| Don’t make a move, don’t make a sound
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| Just watch it fall, watch it come down
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| Feel it as it goes, does it feel good to let go |