| Blow that dry ink on these curved lines
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| Shining in the dark swallowing, with those wild eyes I saw you
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| Many times in my own nightmares
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| Bring the cause of my soul
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| You take my faith lost in that jail around the windings you know
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| But I bring the shades and sing in your art
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| On my spin you bring apart
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| Of what lives deep inside me, to come out I think I’m ready
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| Many times in my own nightmares
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| Found the cause of my soul
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| Rub that thing we could be at one
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| With the masterpiece we draw
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| Rise up, I’m gonna rise up
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| For you I can’t go down, truly I’m running out
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| Rise up, I’m gonna rise up
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| You can’t read me between the lines
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| I hope for me you lost your heart
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| Throw that dry ink on my hot scars
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| Soaking up the scars I’m prevent to feel the nearly grabs
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| I saw you many times in my cold nightmares
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| Get away with my soul
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| I give you all my worst nightmares
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| All I have that I show
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| And I’m gonna rise up, I’m gonna rise up
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| For you I can’t go down, truly I’m running out
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| Rise up, I’m gonna rise up
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| You can’t read me between the lines
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| I hope for me you lost your heart |