| Can you breathe, does it hurt
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| What’s it like when you can see it coming when it takes all that you got just
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| to speak
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| Can you hear every word as the morning comes and is all transforming
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| Would it make the slightest difference if you could see
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| And you wanna get out of here
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| Cause you don’t have the strength to stay
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| And lost and confused you leave with the atmosphere
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| It’s all we can do, It’s all we can do
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| It’s the mark and the scar
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| It’s this all consuming act of silence as we walk out to the room in a daze
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| It’s the sound of the car and the way the road will make the most sense
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| If we’d ever just quite figure out what it’s saying
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| It’s the back of the blade it’s the dull but painful ache
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| Can it hurt, can it save
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| Cause you wanna get out of here
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| And you don’t have the strength to stay
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| And lost and confused you leave with the atmosphere
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| It’s all we can do to live and to long for yesterday
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| And when it takes all we have left to breathe
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| And everything we have inside to speak
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| You can’t find the nerve when all you want is to bleed
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| Can we say that we’re safe |