| «The mirror stands in me.
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| It’s got more heart than I do.
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| How did I get this way?
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| There has to be more than this.
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| More to life than wasting time, and missing out.
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| Am I missing out on the afterlife?
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| My head is too strong,
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| And my heart is too weak.
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| I’ve got tunnel vision, and nothing else surrounds me.
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| Is this what they meant by abstract?
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| Torn and thrown together.
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| Do I run the other end of these prayers?
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| Or are they just screaming in my head?
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| I swear you can’t break me.
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| You’re not gaining any ground.
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| I’m not giving anything.»
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| «All I’m asking is you look to the sky to find your heart.
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| It’s all you have and it’s falling.»
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| «Even if you know my face, can you really know my heart?
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| If you want me you’ll have to give me breath,
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| And wake this creature from death.»
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| «You can’t see standing in your own shoes.
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| Why can’t you see that you’re standing on holy ground?
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| Try to remember that this meant something.
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| This does exist, and they’ll never understand.» |