| The air was cold and the water calm
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| On the horizon an impending storm
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| Lightning like shallow breath
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| We’re standing motionless
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| And every pulse took us back
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| To a small house, to an empty room
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| When a twist of fate becomes a deadly wound
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| A fire burns but not in you
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| Vacant streets lined with burned out lights
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| A dull thunder in the dead of night
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| It’s a desperate fight
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| Staring death in the eyes
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| And every heartbeat takes us back
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| To our wasted youth, our bitter excuse
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| No fighting chance with such a fragile truth
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| A fire burns, but not in you
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| Breath out, come clean
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| Let go of suffering
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| Breath out, come clean
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| Let yourself be swallowed by the evergreens
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| It’s all in vain, asphyxiate
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| You can run away but there’s no chance of an escape
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| I’ve lost the will to carry on
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| My sanctuary bound to collapse
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| I’ve dug so deep into myself
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| My barricades are starting to crack
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| I’ll concede to my grief
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| If you will make me whole again |