| I was tired, so tired
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| I let slip, yeah, a couple of lies
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| It’s not what you lose, it’s what you gain
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| A clean slate for the well-intentioned
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| Cut it down to the chase
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| A wall of sound aiming right at my face
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| I’m weakened, easily wounded
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| These are our times for survival
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| I sleep between you and me
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| I grieve my need to carry your feelings
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| Only time will tell if I’m getting better
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| At being well
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| Nothing matters more than taking cover from
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| Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
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| Reason only knows what you’re ready to explore
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| Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore
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| Nothing matters more than taking cover from
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| Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
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| One leap into silence and again
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| I see my fear of things being unchanged
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| What can you expect from an empty shell
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| In which I only dwell
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| Nothing matters more than taking cover from
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| Another dark storm pushing you to the bottom
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| Nothing matters more than taking cover from
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| Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
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| Reason only knows what you’re ready to explore
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| Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore
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| Nothing matters more than taking cover from
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| Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
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| I don’t think that it’s too late to compromise, compromise
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| Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide
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| I don’t think that it’s too late to compromise, compromise
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| Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide |