| There’s a pain
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| There’s no doubt
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| I’ve been through hell
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| But on my way out
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| And all the ways I’ve been torn
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| Stripped my heart to the core
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| All of my fears combined
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| Walking the thinnest of lines
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| When the sunlight hits the dust
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| And I can’t get up
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| When the noise is way too much
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| I close the void and burn it off
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| But there’s a crack in every wall
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| Is there a way out after all?
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| If I lose my grip and fall
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| Will I?
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| There’s a place
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| With no hate
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| Touched by grace
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| Quiet as faith
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| Emptied my hart, laid down my cards
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| Played my best part, wanting a new start
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| All of my fars combined
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| Taught me to run and hide
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| When the sunlight hits the dust
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| And I can’t get up
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| When the noise is way too much
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| I close the void and burn it off
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| But there’s a crack in every wall
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| Is there a way out after all?
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| If I lose my grip and fall
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| Will I?
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| There’s a dissonance in all that I do
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| Yeah, nothing feels right or true
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| Black out on the floor just once more
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| The place I call my home
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| Yeah, I could die here and nobody would know
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| Die here and nobody would know
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| When the sunlight hits the dust
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| And I can’t get up
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| When the noise is just too much
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| I close the void and burn it off
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| But there’s a crack in every wall
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| Is there a way out after all?
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| If I lose my grip and fall
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| Will I die? |