| In my head, like I said
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| With all the battles that I’ve fought
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| I’m still steady in my thoughts
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| And I’m quiet and I get silent
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| Because there’s still something to defend
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| When nothing is my friend
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| And you can’t calm your wrists with a razor blade
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| And you can’t pay the price of what’s already paid
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| And you can’t fight for peace with ambition, blood, and gore
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| And I can’t save the world if I’m not happy anymore
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| In the weakest corners of my mind
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| I’ve played in minor keys at more minor times
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| Filling the hole in my soul
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| Filling the hole in my skull
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| I cross my fingers over corners of my mind
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| It’s 11:11 and it’s alright
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| Filling the hole in my skull
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| Filling the hole in my soul
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| But you can’t calm your wrists with a razor blade
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| And you can’t pay the price of what’s already paid
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| And you can’t fight for peace with ambition, blood, and gore
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| And I can’t save the world if I’m not happy anymore
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| You can’t calm your wrists with a razor blade
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| And you can’t pay the price of what’s already paid
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| And you can’t fight for peace with ambition, blood, and gore
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| And I can’t save the world if I’m not happy anymore
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| Yeah you can’t calm your wrists with a razor blade
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| And you can’t pay the price of what’s already paid
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| And you can’t fight for peace with ambition, blood, and gore
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| And I can’t save the world if I’m not happy anymore |