| From the breakdown came the fallout
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| It’s just a part of me I guess
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| The demons lead the measure
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| There’s so much that I should confess
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| So failure is the feeling
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| I hope you know I did my best
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| When our heart’s came, came to waver
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| I numbed to it and rode the crest
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| Should I just give up and go?
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| Like I should’ve years ago
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| As i fan a dying flame
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| To remain
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| What a fevered competition
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| Between these selfish barking hounds
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| We abandoned our mission
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| For solid ground
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| Discard your superstitions
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| And rip it for a final swing
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| There’s always something missing
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| As every slight began to sting
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| I will not give up and go
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| Like I wished to years ago
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| I will fan this dying flame
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| To remain
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| I’m a car in flight with the high beams on
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| Won’t look beyond the road I am on
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| I repeat this dogma 'til you are gone
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| To remain
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| As every slight began to sting
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| As every slight began to sting |