| Addressing a prayer into the air
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| In the shadows of satellites
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| So nobody hurt loves not for words
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| In a world at the end of its night
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| Oh everyone that left me
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| They’re so easy to forget
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| Cause I haven’t let my failures hit me yet.
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| Your voice on the phone the blood from a stone
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| These tears that I can’t understand
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| If I could heal would give I don’t feel
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| Or by silently giving my hand
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| Well I’m sure I never loved you
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| That would be to fierce and too correct
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| But I haven’t let my failures hit me yet
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| It made my demon reveal its hour of living
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| And may he not leave me broken
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| May he leave me broken
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| So where ever I’m bound my ear to the ground
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| And my thoughts on there way back to you
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| As eternities slave, well you can write that on my grave
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| When I’m finished resisting its truth
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| While I’m shaking hands with darkness
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| Its where the warm wind that I admit
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| That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet
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| Yet while I’m shaking hands with darkness
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| It is where the warm wind that I admit
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| That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet |