| Someone left the door open
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| Who left me outside?
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| I’m bent, I’m not broken
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| Come live in my life
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| All the words left unspoken
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| Are the pages I write
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| On my knees and I’m hoping
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| That someone holds me tonight
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| Hold me tonight
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| Welcome to the world and all the land in it was wasted
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| The blood upon your hands and the wickedness that made it
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| Sing or scream it all and the memories keep fading
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| See the exit wound, dear God, what have we taken?
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| Guess I’ll say a prayer and I’ll kiss into the air
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| I’ll look into the sky, send 'em straight to nowhere
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| We all dug the grave, can’t shake away the shame
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| Can’t quiver in the sky but you’re shaken all the same
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| You left us with the guns and all of 'em unloaded
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| Teach us how to shoot, but you taught us how to hold 'em
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| And all the weight of all the world is right between your shoulders
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| 'Cause heavy is the heart when the world keeps growing colder
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| Who left the door open?
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| Who left me outside?
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| I’m on my knees and I’m hoping
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| That someone holds me tonight
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| Hold me tonight
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| Two sides to every story, here’s a little morning glory
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| Breakfast off a mirror, dying slow seems a little boring
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| Burning like a flag, walking straight into the breeze
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| 'Cause there’s two types of people, you are weak or you are me, yeah
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| What’s another lifetime like mine?
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| We all die a little sometimes, it’s alright
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| Did you come to say your goodbyes to this life?
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| We all hurt a little sometimes, we’re alright
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| So mothers hold your children, don’t you ever let 'em go
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| There is weakness in your grip and they are holding all the hopes
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| Don’t you ever let me go, don’t you ever let me go
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| Don’t you ever let me go, don’t you ever let me go
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| Who left the door open?
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| Who left me outside?
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| I’m on my knees and I’m hoping
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| That someone holds me tonight
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| Hold me tonight
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| Someone left the door open
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| Who left me outside?
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| I’m bent, I’m not broken
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| Come live in my life
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| All the words left unspoken
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| Are the pages I write
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| On my knees and I’m hoping
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| That someone holds me tonight
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| Hold me tonight |