| Well I’ve gone and lost my faith in photographs
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| Cursed those martyrs that mark my past
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| And I long for a day when we’ll look back and laugh
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| About all this
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| But good luck finding your peace of mind
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| Being born into these brutal times
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| And these days I don’t pray when I close my eyes
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| I just bite my tongue a bit harder
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| Cause you were a lie I chose to believe
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| A lie I chose to believe
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| Let’s float these gutters up past heaven’s gate
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| Get me out of these damn desert states
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| Did you hear the one about the hand of fate?
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| It’ll make your heart stop
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| Do you ever wish you could just back out?
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| Take your nickels and go cash out?
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| Forget the faces you’ve been crying about
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| And see where forgiveness takes you?
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| Sweet surrender like the break of dawn
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| With the map laid out and the arrows drawn
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| But I think too much and wait too long
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| And I never tell but you know
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| How to lift me when I sink too low
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| Now I’ve found me a reason to be a man
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| Out on the shoulder with an outstretched hand
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| Just a little solid ground to stand
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| Is all I ever needed
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| So I’ll shout it out from the heavens above
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| Hell ain’t nothin' but the devil’s drug
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| And love ain’t a sickness, though I once thought it was
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| When I was too surrounded to see |