| The weight came and went and took my will to live
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| Spoiled by defeat, forced to drown in what’s left of me
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| That’s when breathing became routine
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| And I could feel myself fading
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| I am stranded
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| No direction
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| I am a compass
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| Constantly spinning
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| Constantly spinning
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| Constantly searching for the end
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| Never reaching our destination
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| But the goal was never when or where or who…
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| It was only you
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| I appeared in your arms as if I had been born there
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| You promised you’d never let me go
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| But I don’t know what I believe anymore
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| What I believe anymore
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| Affection allowed me to let the light in
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| The fear made me whole again
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| Help me rebuild my broken bones
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| Help me regain my sanity
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| But with caution always present
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| Our pasts manifest themselves
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| And we act as if this is what we deserve
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| But I refuse to fail again
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| I’d force my ghost to write your name
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| In the flowers on my grave
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| I watched the world give up on me
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| I used to spend my nights praying for air in my bloodstream
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| Now I long to feel your breath pass throughout my arteries
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| The goal was never when or where or who…
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| It was only you
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| I appeared in your arms as if I had been born there
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| You promised you’d never let me go
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| But I don’t know what I believe anymore
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| What I believe anymore
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| Fill me with your faith and let me leave
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| I’m scratching at my skin
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| To take my mind off the absence we’ve created
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| The lines blur together like the veins in my arms
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| And I wish I wasn’t so alone
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| You’re the difference between hell and home |