| When your bag of secrets opened up and spilled
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| That radiant glow just disappeared
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| You rained down from the clouds you were in
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| Sometimes we can be so blind
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| But how does pain so bad not bleed
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| You push, you push, sometimes you don’t expect to fall
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| But it’s the violent turning of the golden rule
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| A lifetime of hell for every minute of heaven
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| Here in the waiting hour
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| And I know it will never heal
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| Here in the waiting hour
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| So cross your fingers, or your heart
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| Your idle wish commands no more
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| The mirror you hate reveals all in this world you control
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| Just empty out that bag of tricks
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| Cause in this limbo they don’t exist
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| Just like your vanity, your hopes, your prayers, your dreams
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| Now did you hear the thunder when you realized
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| Your very own hands reached in and tore your heart out
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| Here in the waiting hour
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| And I know it can never heal
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| Here in the waiting hour
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| And I know how it feels the first time
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| In the waiting hour
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| I know your heart is breaking
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| In the waiting hour |