| I belong blinded in a mask that will shut me up
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| But don’t refute my generous self order to gag
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| As my personal struggle belongs with my intent to speak on my behalf with a
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| bladed tongue cutting you in half
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| I saved you
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| I spared you
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| I maimed you
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| I changed you
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| There’s an heirloom hanging around
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| Like an old soul that’s watching me
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| I knew you weren’t going nowhere fast
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| You’re too different they said in fact, heirloom
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| You will forget more than I will ever know
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| Breathe
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| Lif has always challenged me
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| Brathe
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| Like a precious artifact
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| Breathe
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| Life has always challenged me
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| Breathe
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| Like a precious artifact hanging from a burning tree
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| Here I stand as an heirloom
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| From a burning tree I hang
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| Battered, beloved, burning heirloom
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| Watch me age, engage, consume
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| They stole you
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| They overtook you
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| They killed you
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| They remade you
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| Now looking back
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| There was writing on the wall
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| Our lives mimicked tower falls
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| Burning bastards falling faster
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| Save what you can that will make your grave a happy home
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| Save what you can that will make your piece of mind live on, end on, and gone
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| They’ve caught us now
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| Our time has come to be the one that stalls
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| Just breathe alone
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| I’m hanging
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| I’m burning
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| I’m falling much faster
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| Just breathe |