| As the wind blows, hope from sorrow
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| This place we used to call our home leaves me cold as stone
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| The voice of the vacated is still present, in a way it has never left
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| I wish the pain away but it holds in my skin
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| Old wounds are the words I have left unsaid
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| The pain behind these eyes is the kind you don’t forget
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| You’ve taken everything, more of me than anyone ever has
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| Now I’m taking it all back
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| Taking it back
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| We were tethered, you and I
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| Tangled up in a lie, intertwined
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| We were tethered, held together
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| I may seem free, but I’m lost behind your eyes
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| Pain is shaping who I am
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| Time is taking me away from this
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| When I arrive, survived and determined
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| I can rebuild with the pieces that remain untaken
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| I may be broken and hurting in this place you left
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| Place you left
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| But in a flicker, this will be a memory
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| Years in the past
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| Hold on, hold on
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| These words will soon be gone
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| My heart refuses to restart, it once beat in time with yours
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| Our eyes lock and I remember what we’ve lost
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| Across this barren plane, staring you in the face
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| I’ll say it again as I’ve said it before, these scars are the same as yours
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| As the wind blows, hope from sorrow
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| This place we used to call our home leaves me cold as stone |