| Broken people get recycled
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| And I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
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| What I thought was my way home
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| Wasn’t the place I know
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| No, I’m not afraid of changing,
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| Certain, nothing’s certain
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| What we own becomes our prison
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| My possessions will be gone
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| Back to where they came from
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| Blame
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| No one is to blame
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| As natural as the rain that falls
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| Here comes the Flood again
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| See the rock that you hold onto
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| Is it gonna save you
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| When the earth begins to crumble?
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| Why’d you feel you have to hold on?
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| Imagine if you let go Blame
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| No one is to blame
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| As natural as the rain that falls
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| Here comes the Flood again
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| Flush away the weight that pulls you down
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| Light the ways that freed from the dust
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| (Flush away the weight that pulls you down)
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| Don’t trust your eyes
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| It’s easy to believe them
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| Know in your heart
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| That you can leave a prison
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| (Light the ways that free from the dusk)
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| Don’t trust your mind
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| Its not always listening
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| Turn on the lights
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| And feel the ancient rhythm
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| Don’t trust your eyes
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| It’s easy to believe them (no one is to blame)
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| Know in your heart (as natural as the rain)
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| That you can leave your prison (here comes the Flood again)
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| Blame
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| No one is to blame
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| As natural as the rain that falls
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| Here comes the Flood again |