| The van was driven off the side of the road
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| It’s in so many fucking pieces
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| Now I know what responsibility means to me
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| I fell asleep, but there’s a reason we’re not dead yet
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| Life is more appealing to me
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| I can front the pain that’s stricken me
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| And all that this is telling me is I’m weak
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| I wasn’t much to protect, but I guess I was given the chance
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| To make sure the most of all the time I have left
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| I spend in respect to the life that I strive to create
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| Take away pain with sedation
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| Always searching for distractions
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| All the thoughts are stuck in my head
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| And I can never accept exoneration
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| If this was some sort of sign
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| To change my ways of living life in the past
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| Then it’s forgotten
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| God, he thought my life was worth it
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| Or maybe I was spared because of somebody else in the van
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| I was never the one to rest my faith
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| In the force of some source above that caused creation
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| And karma seemed too far-fetched to believe in
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| But I’m fucking lucky to be breathing
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| I wasn’t much to protect, but I guess I was given the chance
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| To make sure the most of all the time I have left
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| I spend in respect to the life that I strive to create
|
| Take away pain with sedation
|
| Always searching for distractions
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| All the thoughts are stuck in my head
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| And I can never accept exoneration
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| I wasn’t much to protect, but I guess I was given the chance
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| To make sure the most of all the time I have left
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| I spend in respect to the life that I strive to create |