| God, don’t you think we should talk?
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| I’m having trouble knowing if you’re really listening at all
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| If there’s a hell, you might as well mark a spot for my soul
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| If there’s a god, I’m sorry for I won’t pass the gates
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| I’m not quite sure if I deserve to wake up
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| I want to sleep forever if it means never looking in the mirror
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| Son, this is not a mountain that I’ve put before you to fall from
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| This is but a small peak that I need you to overcome
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| I didn’t give light to this earth just to watch you fall to the dark
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| I’m so sick of feeling like I am a hollow shell
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| Of the one that I know so well
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| We all seem to show our true colors mean the most
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| Only when we’re seconds from a grave unmarked
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| If you listen for my voice
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| It will echo for centuries
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| Everything beneath your feet
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| The colors to make the black and white fade
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| I exist in all you see
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| I need someone to see
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| The difference between who I am and who I want to be
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| I’m so sick of feeling like I am a hollow shell
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| Of the one that I know so well
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| We all seem to show our true colors mean the most
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| Only when we’re seconds from a grave unmarked
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| I need someone to see
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| The difference between who I am and who I want to be
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| Oh my god, build me as I’m meant to be
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| Shattered son in the sea, know that where you sink is temporary
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| Because you’ll rise and you’ll see when you pass
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| What you find from the depths of your grave will end your suffering
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| Carry the cross until your bones break
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| It’s never too late to change |