| Hey, the mornings grey
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| Just like the holes in your soul
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| Do you feel them when you pray to your old ways?
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| I’m not blocking you out- you were always standing in my way
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| Just like the holes in your soul-
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| Do you feel them when you pray to your old ways?
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| I’m not blocking you out- you were always standing in my way
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| We shake the great from the shackled
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| We’re not sorry that we’re sorry for our old ways
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| We rake the great cause we have to
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| We’re not sorry that we’re sorry for our old ways
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| I can feel you separate
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| Just take the bait and I’ll turn the page
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| Hey, do you still pray?
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| Do you know that the feelings gone away?
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| Now you’re astray
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| I’m not blocking you out- you were always standing in my way
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| Just like the holes in your soul-
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| Do you feel them when you pray to your old ways?
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| I’m not blocking you out- you were always standing in my way
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| We shake the great from the shackled
|
| We’re not sorry that we’re sorry for our old ways
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| We rake the great cause we have to
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| We’re not sorry that we’re sorry for our old ways
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| I can feel you separate
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| Just take the bait and I’ll turn the page
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| Just like the holes in your soul-
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| Do you feel them when you pray to your old ways?
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| I’m not blocking you out- you were always standing in my way |