| Beautiful silence
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| Beautiful pain
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| We’re only human
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| We’re meant to dream
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| Lost in a life full of mistakes
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| We do what feels right
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| Then fall with no grace
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| Chased by the sun
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| Escaping flatlines
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| Dreams are a curse
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| Wake up you’re alive
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| Oh, slowly fading from the misery
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| I’ve accepted who I’m supposed to be
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| I’ve accepted who I’m supposed to see
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| Lady in the mirror
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| Oh, everyday I’m getting a bit older
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| And every time I break I get stronger
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| Everyday it’s getting a bit colder
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| When I grow closer
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| To the devil on my shoulder
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| To the devil on my shoulder
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| Beautiful silence
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| Beautiful pain
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| Beautiful people
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| But we’re all stained
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| Lost in a life
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| Full of mistakes
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| We do what feels right
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| Then we fall with no grace
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| I’mma sinner
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| I’mma tainted saint
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| I’mma savior
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| It’s all the same
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| Chased by the sun
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| Escaping flatlines
|
| Dreams are a curse
|
| Wake up you’re alive
|
| Oh, slowly fading from the misery
|
| I’ve accepted who I’m supposed to be
|
| I’ve accepted who I’m supposed to see
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| Lady in the mirror
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| Oh, everyday I’m getting a bit older
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| And every time I break I get stronger
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| Everyday it’s getting a bit colder
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| When I grow closer
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| To the devil on my shoulder
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| To the devil on my shoulder
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| We’re all broken, it’s fate
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| It’s the way that we’re made
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| All the pieces are there
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| They just aren’t in there place
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| So I struggle to stand
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| But don’t ask for a hand
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| My pride tells me no
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| You’re better alone
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| I’m uncomfortably numb
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| As I stuff what I’ve found
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| And I start to shut down
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| Freeze in front of a crowd
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| It’s what I don’t say
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| I don’t love I don’t hate
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| Closing my mouth and turning my face
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| But it’s no way to live to have nothing to give
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| Consuming the doubt
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| Not letting them in
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| But I’m not here to win
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| To survive but I’m already dead
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| So I picked up my head
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| I picked up my head
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| I picked up my head
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| Oh, everyday I’m getting a bit older…
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| Everyday it’s getting a bit colder…
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| Oh, everyday I’m getting a bit older…
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| Everyday it’s getting a bit colder…
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| When I grow closer
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| To the devil on my shoulder
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| To the devil on my shoulder |