| «Baby girl, stand up
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| This world’s in need of beauty
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| And it has taken you for granted
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| And the pain consumes what’s in you
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| Your closest ones held back by the length of an arm
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| Unable to reach
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| You have no idea what you put yourself through
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| Keep on pushing yourself to the floor
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| You’re wasting away in your self-made hell
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| You’re steady in your own demise
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| Can you feel this racing through your veins?
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| This is all you need
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| Why do you do the things that you do to yourself?
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| You do this to yourself
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| It’s so hard to live with your hands down your throat.»
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| «I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to keep
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| I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to call my own
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| It always takes what’s left of me
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| A lesson here is deserved.»
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| «I built your heart. |
| I built that heart for me
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| That heart was built for love
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| You’ll never fill the void
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| Breathe deep, let the smoke fill your lungs
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| You’re steady in your own demise.» |