| Spark the sun to blind my eyes.
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| A reaction could honestly be the start to a new beginning,
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| Won’t watch myself become a dead man.
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| The pressure to make this decision
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| Where we can be more than this.
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| We’re better off.
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| Another face I don’t know,
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| Another place I have been.
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| Wasting all your years on good times.
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| Exposed to my skin and bones,
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| It’s a long road on the run.
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| This is the first time I can finally stand on my own two feet,
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| Without the crutch of your hands to bury me.
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| What would you do if I needed you?
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| The pressure to make this decision,
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| Where we can be more than this.
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| We’re better off.
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| Another face I don’t know,
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| Another place I have been.
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| Wasting all your years on good times.
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| Exposed to my skin and bones.
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| It’s a long road on the run.
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| What would you do if I needed you?
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| Are you who you said that you would be?
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| This is what we don’t talk about.
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| Throwing me away, always throwing me away.
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| Throwing me away. |