| Time lost, miles away
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| In a world of bullets
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| In a bed, an empty space
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| A picture frame, a portrait
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| The night falls, I'm awake
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| I'm left to rust in silence
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| Withdraw my mistakes
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| I'm left to trust in violence
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| Can you teach me how to fly
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| In a world so shallow?
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| Will you show me I'm alive
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| Or find a way to get home
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| I'm alive
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| But paralyzed
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| By the sight of bloodshed fights
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| Shoot 'em right between the eyes
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| Can I let it go
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| When I'm leaving?
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| I'm weak inside
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| But built to fight
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| Living life through compromise
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| Terrified to prove me right
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| Can I let this go
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| When I'm leaving?
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| Headstones borrow names
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| Inscribed by anxious patients
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| A fate calls, a blurry fate
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| Lies in the hands we're chased with
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| I'm bearing all
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| Bombs away
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| Curing fear with makeshift plans
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| Conquer the fall, we'll do it
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| Comfort the fall with bullshit
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| Can you teach me how to fly
|
| In a world so shallow?
|
| Will you show me I'm alive
|
| Or find a way to get home
|
| I'm alive
|
| But paralyzed
|
| By the sight of bloodshed fights
|
| Shoot 'em right between the eyes
|
| Can I let it go
|
| When I'm leaving?
|
| I'm weak inside
|
| But built to fight
|
| Living life through compromise
|
| Terrified to prove me right
|
| Can I let this go
|
| When I'm leaving?
|
| Can you teach me how to fly
|
| In a world so shallow
|
| Will you show me I'm alive
|
| Or find a way to get home
|
| I'm alive
|
| But paralyzed
|
| By the sight of bloodshed fights
|
| Shoot 'em right between the eyes
|
| Can I let it go
|
| When I'm leaving?
|
| I'm weak inside
|
| But built to fight
|
| Living life through compromise
|
| Terrified to prove me right
|
| Can I let this go
|
| When I'm leaving? |