| I want to know where you hide, when our hearts and hurt collide
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| It keeps me up at night, fast asleep watching the world just pass me by
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| I don’t understand why — for the past 12 weeks I’ve been talking in my sleep
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| saying «God please save me»
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| Am I asleep or am I dead? |
| Praying to you at the foot of my bed
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| Trying to figure out what your plans were, so many questions that will never be
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| answered
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| Why did my best friend lose his faith? |
| Maybe he never had it in the first place?
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| Why do the children have to suffer, while I sit here in comfort?
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| Why do I have to watch my father die? |
| Too many thoughts running through my mind
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| Why do we do this to ourselves? |
| We search for heaven while creating hell
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| I want to know where you hide, when our hearts and hurt collide
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| It keeps me up at night, fast asleep watching the world just pass me by
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| I don’t mean to question your place. |
| but another kid killed himself today
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| Were you there? |
| Are you there? |
| Did you feel his pain?
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| Wide awake and wondering why — why don’t you hear their prayers instead of mine?
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| Complacent hearts tear us apart, was this your plan from the very start?
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| I know this all happens for a reason. |
| He dwells in a place where there are no
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| seasons
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| When we return, we learn that grace isn’t fleeting
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| It just seems silent when nobody’s listening
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| I want to know where you hide, when our hearts and hurt collide
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| It keeps me up at night, fast asleep watching the world just pass me by |