| I’ve been walking over graves
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| Carving out the headstone that I own, my own
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| I’m like a monster in a cage
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| Trapped inside a maze
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| I am home, I’m home
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| I’m here and gone, I’m dead and done
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| I know there’s nothing I can change
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| And I regret the things I didn’t say
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| I resent how I walked away
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| Now I’m digging my own grave
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| Now I’m digging my own, digging my own grave
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| Is there peace beyond the rage?
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| Tell me where this truly all went wrong, way wrong
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| I’ve been walking through the graves
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| Dancing with the lonely and the strong, so strong
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| I’m here and gone, I’m dead and done
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| I know there’s nothing I can change
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| And I regret the things I didn’t say
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| I resent how I walked away
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| Now I’m digging my own grave
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| Now I’m digging my own, digging my own grave
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| Digging my, digging my own grave
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| I know there’s nothing I can change
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| And I regret the things I didn’t say
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| I resent how I walked away
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| Now I’m digging my own grave
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| Now I’m digging my own, digging my own grave
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| Is there peace beyond rage?
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| ‘Cause I’ve been digging my own, digging my own grave |