| When I open my eyes and see the lines that live on the life I left behind
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| I feel disconnected from the place that I call home
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| When I try to rewind, I can’t design a way to go back to that place and time
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| I remember that moment that changed everything I know
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Who’s gonna be there to make me whole?
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| I can’t stop the bleeding, looking for a meaning
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| Won’t you say something, say something?
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| I can’t do this alone
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| I live with all goodbyes, doesn’t matter how hard I try
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| They end in long nights, spent up, looking back at my life
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| I feel disconnected from the place that I call home
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| They hit from the blind side, caught me in the blink of an eye
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| Just like a landmine, going off inside my mind
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| I remember that moment that changed everything I know
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Who’s gonna be there to make me whole?
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| I can’t stop the bleeding, looking for a meaning
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| Won’t you say something, say something?
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| I can’t do this alone
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| This life can cut like a knife
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| It leaves lines and divides
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| This life can cut like a knife
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| It leaves lines that divide a before and an after
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Who’s gonna be there to make me whole?
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| I can’t stop the bleeding, looking for a meaning
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| Won’t you say something, say something?
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| I can’t do this alone
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| Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
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| Throw me a line and bring me back home
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| When I open my eyes and see the lines
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| That live on the life I left behind |