| Your cries of white don’t match the black of your eyes
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| Oh
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| And the fire you ignite won’t burn away the lies
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| 'Cause the storm is threatening to wash it all away
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| Don’t swear to me
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| That you’re as sharp as the blade that can cut through the bullshit
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| You’re not what you pretend to be
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| Just a mountain of lies waiting to crash into the sea
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| And I won’t be there to pick up the pieces
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| Can you feel the gravity of your words gather on your back now?
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| These crooked lines crooked spines are weighing down
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| Can you feel the gravity?
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| And it hurts to learn your precious words are worthless as they burn away
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| Burn away
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| All choked up
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| Bite your tongue
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| Burn away
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| Inhale the smoke;
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| Black heart
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| Black lungs
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| And it hurts to learn your precious words are worthless as they burn away
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| Away
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| Away
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| Away
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| Your cries of white don’t match the black of your eyes
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| 'Cause the storm is approaching the shore
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| Drowned in the waves
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| I hope you never see the sun again
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| When the flood begins to pull you under
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| You can swear to the rain that you’ll change
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| It won’t save you now
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| Can you feel the gravity of your words gather on your back now?
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| These crooked lines crooked spines are weighing down
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| Can you feel the gravity?
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| And it hurts to learn your precious words are worthless as they burn away
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| Burn away
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| From the bottom of my black heart
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| I hope you never see the sun again |