| It’s difficult in times like these: ideals,
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| dreams and cherished hopes rise within us,
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| only to be crushed by grim reality
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| (These are the words that set me free)
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| We are the last of what used to be
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| Every breath, every moment
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| They’re getting closer and closer to me
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| Stripping my dignity with every brick as it’s broken
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| Stealing hope from my whole family
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| Lights out
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| The path that God has lit grows ever darker
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| But my faith goes further now
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| I didn’t want to be a fucking martyr
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| But I can’t put my pen down
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| I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion
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| As my world crumbles down around me
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| I write the words that set me free
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| Always glued to the radio
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| Getting lost in the static as the attic is taking its toll
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| Can’t we all just go? |
| I’m fucking sick of the inside
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| We’re alive yet deprived and alone but never on our own
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| Alive yet deprived and alone but never on our own
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| I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion
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| As my world crumbles down around me
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| I write the words that set me free
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| These are the words that set me free
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| These are the words that set me free, yeah
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| I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion
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| As my world crumbles down around me
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| I write the words that set me free
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| These are the words that set me free
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| These are the words that set me free, yeah |