| Don’t stand again
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| Don’t stand again
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| I hear your footsteps in the hallway
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| Your presence won’t leave this place
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| This house has worlds inside its walls
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| In the back room, on the last night
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| I heard you crying for life
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| The smoke was pouring through the halls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| This house has worlds inside its walls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| The smoke was pouring through the halls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| But they shot us down
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| Don’t stand again
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| They’re coming up slow
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| We’re falling quickly
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| Your hand’s in mine, but it’s slipping day by day
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| Love, there is violence in this fall
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| I hear your whispers fading further
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| You touch my hand
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| You see how all my broken pieces are painted on the walls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| This house has worlds inside its walls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| The smoke was pouring through the halls
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| But they shot us down
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| And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
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| Don’t stand again |