| There’s a truth I need to trust
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| But I can’t remember how
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| It’s stuck there in the stillness
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| But the noise is too damn loud
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| And I thought I was an actor
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| I’d let my colors show
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| But what if I’m just a bastard
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| Laying low inside your radio
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| Won’t you help me make a fist
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| And choke the poison back
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| We’ll close our eyes each godforsaken time
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| The world gets painted black
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| And we’ll wonder where it comes from
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| How the pain cuts through the pride
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| When the tools we use to fix ourselves
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| Are just the fools we stood beside
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| But love is not an answer
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| I don’t need an answer, I need you
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| Devotion strong but tender
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| Devotion dark and cold
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| Devotion like an anchor
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| Swinging from my soul
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| I used to weigh the distance
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| I used to miss my cues
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| I used to say ‘I love you'
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| Then wonder who I’m talking to
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| So bring my all your questions
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| Bring me all your doubts
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| Don’t let me meet the devil
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| That I sang those songs about
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| Cause the hounds of youth are howling
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| And you’re all I’ve got to trust
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| With heaven’s lonely ghetto
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| Up there crying down on us |