| Place these fingers over the holes in your flesh
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| But you’ll never find the pieces that you lack
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| Searching nameless city streets and abandoned hearts
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| For your salvation
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| Nothing will save you here
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| Borrowed time, forgotten miles, faceless tragedy
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| This lost city’s demise
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| We’ll be the ones to break this mold
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| You’ve spent way too long to get this wrong
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| Your perception and your walls between everything
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| Catch your breath, you’ll make amends
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| You’ll be free at last
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| This point of despair
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| Revealing force with no acceptance of the present situation
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| This place of desire
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| Deserted, with no one but yourself to blame
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| We’ll be the ones to break this mold
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| You’ve spent way too long to get this wrong
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| Your perception and your walls between everything
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| Catch your breath, you’ll make amends
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| You’ll be free at last
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| You’re making promises you can’t keep
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| Turning your back
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| Too weak to stand up or face the road of the righteous
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| Your wrists unbound, it’s in your hands… now
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| We’ll be the ones to break this mold
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| You’ve spent way too long to get this wrong
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| Your perception and your walls between everything
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| Catch your breath, you’ll make amends
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| You’ll be free at last
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| Your chance for reinvention
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| Your chance for reconnection
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| Your chance for this redemption
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| You’ll be free at last
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| Wrists unbound, it’s in your hands… now
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| Your wrists unbound, it’s in your hands |