| Under the water
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| It’s cold and it’s grey
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| My torrid autumn
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| Another season decays
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| Open up the hollow
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| And my walls come down
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| I tell you it’s a problem
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| Just when no one’s around
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| But then
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| I know what’s wrong
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| God, you complicated everything
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| I know you’re gone, gone, gone
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| This is where I will draw a line
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| I will draw my line.
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| Burning my cathedrals,
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| Cause I don’t pray any more.
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| Look at all of these people, tragic little people,
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| They smile and then they don’t know what for
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| But then
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| I know what’s wrong
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| God, you complicated everything
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| I know you’re gone, gone, gone
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| This is where I will blur my line
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| I will blur my line.
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| Our houses are haunted, dark and deserted
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| They’re made of my secrets and shame
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| Maybe I want it I know I’m not worth it
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| I can’t even tell you my name
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| But then
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| I know what’s wrong
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| God, you complicated everything
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| I know you’re wrong
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| God, you took it all away from me
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| I know you’re gone, gone, gone
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| This is where I will cross my line
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| I am crossing my line. |