| You could break me by the bones
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| Until you break me inside
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| You could drag me from my home
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| And lay me down by the riverside
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| Where there was lie in your eyes
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| Now we read by the night
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| And still nothing’s moved
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| Even denying what’s true
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| You might have all the facts
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| But the truth is truth
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| No matter how you act
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| If it takes you, it takes you
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| Takes you home
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| And if it takes you, takes you
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| Takes you home
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| And if it tries to take you
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| It takes you home home
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| And if it takes you, it takes you
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| Takes you home
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| You could take me on my own
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| Until you break me inside
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| What’s been divided by walls
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| Is now divided by night
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| In my sleeping bag
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| The metaphor of darkness, it’s a light
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| But it’s all up to you
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| Even denying what’s true
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| You might claim to have the facts
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| But the truth is truth
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| No matter how you act
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| If it takes you, it takes you
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| Takes you home
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| And if it takes you, it takes you
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| Takes you home
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| And if it tries to take you
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| Takes you home
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| And if it takes you, it takes you
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| Takes you home |