| I’ve seen it in your eyes
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| Disappointment and distaste
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| The reoccuring patterns
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| Countless hours gone to waste
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| I’ve watched you change your balance
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| But the formula repeats
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| Haunting voices calling you
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| To walk along their dead end streets
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| They need to hear the words from you
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| They want to know this to be true
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| So cut deep
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| Deeper than you’ve ever did before
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| No matter what you give they still want more
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| The dead weight has to go although it hurts
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| 'Cause you’re losing altitude
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| Like an offering to burn
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| They lay there burdened down
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| The bitterness of blood and tears
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| Dig deep into the ground
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| (Deep into the ground)
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| Where root shoots right beneath
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| An ancient mountain tree
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| The acrid smoulder of a sacrifice
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| Embrace you like a hazy bay
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| They need to hear the words from you
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| They want to know this to be true
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| Cut deep
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| Deeper than you’ve ever did before
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| No matter what you give they still want more
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| The dead weight has to go although it hurts
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| 'Cause you’re losing altitude
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| Deep
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| Deeper than you’ve ever did before
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| No matter what you give they still want more
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| The dead weight has to go although it hurts
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| 'Cause you’re losing altitude
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| (Losing altitude)
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| (Losing altitude)
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| (Losing altitude)
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| (Losing altitude) |