| Growing up with our eyes spread wide
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| So we can look across the spectrum of shades
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| When the sand turns into stone
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| we see the world’s black and white become grey
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| Holding onto all my values
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| Letting go of all I’ve been through
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| Innocence is lost to greed
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| and the sweet becomes
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| a bitter taste
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| Friendship grown from chemistry
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| Now rivals in a constant race
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| Holding onto all my values
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| Letting go of all I’ve been through
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| The last repentance
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| Burning in the flames
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| Those who cross me will remember my name
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| Sinking my teeth
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| Into life and death
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| Ripping the flesh from my former self
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| As long as blood’s still flowing red
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| I still need your words in my head
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| Waking life has no cure for spite
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| I want to stay asleep with my teeth clenched tight
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| And I’ll never wake up from a dream
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| Where the road always leads
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| To the promise of peace and a slate wiped clean
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| Keeping up on my history
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| Hanging from the family tree
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| As long as blood’s still flowing red
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| I Still need your words in my head |