| So this is what it feels like when you finally lose the spark
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| And this is what it feels like when you finally sober up The sentence was prison, bars are on me, camouflage
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| Is it a real choice, get locked away, past dirty thoughts
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| And if words on a page could save my world
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| I’d write all day
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| But words won’t change mistakes
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| Or take away their consequences
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| When I go I’ll leave this note
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| From my toes up to my throat
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| I’ll live life till I’ve lost control and
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| My last words carved out in stone and
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| Either side feels like surrender but I have announced defeat
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| It’s a prison cell block going toward the Middle East
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| I’m in between just who I was and who I’m supposed to be The choice for me is where it calls me to interrogate me And if words on a page could save my world
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| I’d write all day
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| But words won’t change mistakes
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| Or take away their consequences
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| When I go I’ll leave this note
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| From my toes up to my throat
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| I’ll live life till I’ve lost control and
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| My last words carved out in stone and
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| Stay or go, I feel I’m at the end of my rope
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| Stay or go, I feel like I am never going home
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| I wish there was someone else to blame
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| I wish words could change the way I feel today
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| If words could save my world
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| I’d write all day, forever
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| I’ll live life till I’ve lost control and
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| I’ve hit my all time low
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| My last words carved out in stone and
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| I’ve hit my all time low |