| You see there is this concept
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| That has consumed my head
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| And it’s very same thought
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| That has been turning me over in my bed
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| Do you hear that unfamiliar rattle?
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| The sound of my knees as their growing weak
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| I’m not used to kissing the dirt
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| It crawled in between my ribs
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| And its chipping away at my concrete heart
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| My worlds spinning, I’ve lost my bearings
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| Give me a chance to find my footing
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| I’m struggling to wrap my mind around this single thing
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| How I’ve strained myself endlessly
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| I’ve made a fool of the grindstone
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| I’ve worked my fingers down to the bone
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| To earn something that was there all along
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| Rats are caught in traps and dogs kept on chains
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| Thieves are apprehended, murderers put in cages
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| Am i any better than these?
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| Am i not one in the same?
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| So what qualifies me to be a recipient?
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| What do i have to offer?
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| I’m undeserving, I’m unworthy
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| I’m undeserving, I’m unworthy
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| This is unjust
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| Extrinsic
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| What conditional creatures we are
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| If your nature was something similar
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| What conditional creatures we are
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| If your nature was something similar
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| You would have burned this bridge
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| You would have cut the ties a long time ago
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| OUTRO
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| You see there is this concept
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| That has consumed my head
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| And it’s the very same thought
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| That has been turning me over in my bed
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| You chose to love me even though I was dead |