| There’s this thorn in my side
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| That I’ve been trying hard to hide
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| It eats at me, and my defeat
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| Is coming quickly if I can’t see
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| The error of my ways
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| I’m slowly digging my own grave
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| I long to find the voice inside
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| That’s guided me through the darkest nights
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| Pride followed by lies
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| You’re tearing down these walls
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| I’ve built up in my mind
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| The truth will come and set me free
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| Cause all these fears can’t follow me
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| Into the place I want to be again
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| Now I’ve grown so tired of treading water
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| Drag the lake, you’ll find me here
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| Taken down by years and years
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| Of searching for my place
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| A new day, an old face
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| Watching every step I take
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| Voices keeping me awake
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| And all this pressure bearing down on me
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| Comes from the weight of the angst in all these memories
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| You’ve taken something I can’t let you keep
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| So I will fight with every ounce of might inside of me
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| To bring us back to where it all began
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| Reaching out for a familiar hand
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| (I want you to see what this does to me) |