| Break through hoping your demons can’t catch you
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| So many people with a good view
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| If you should ever be the one to hit the ground
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| There’s stop signs on the wrong highway
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| And it’s so dark looking for answers
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| But your headlights have already gone out
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| You’re looking for a spark
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| Can April hours spring
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| Signs of life in me
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| A heart that’s been buried in the ground
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| Can’t break if it’s never found
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| I spent so much time digging that grave
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| And even if it’s pain that I feel
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| At least I know that it’s real
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| I’d rather be broken than afraid
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| Can April hours spring
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| Signs of life in me
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| It’s a long ride don’t think it’s over
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| It’s a fine line between disaster and a good time
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| Pick up the pieces and find out who you are
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| It’s a cool sound you know you’re hiding
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| For a meltdown feeling the pressure
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| Like a landslide you have to figure out why you fell apart
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| Can April hours spring
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| Signs of life in me
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| A heart that’s been buried in the ground
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| Can’t break if it’s never found
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| I spent so much time digging that grave
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| And even if it’s pain that I feel
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| At least I know that it’s real
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| I’d rather be broken than afraid
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| Can April hours spring
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| Signs of life in me
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| Yeah, oh
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| Just slow down and take it in stride, yeah
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| There’s no deadlines as long as you’re alive, yeah
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| Alive, yeah
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| Alive, yeah
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| Just slow down and take it in stride, yeah
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| There’s no deadlines as long as you’re alive, yeah
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| Alive, yeah
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| Just slow down and take it in stride, yeah
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| There’s no deadlines as long as you’re alive, yeah
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| Alive, yeah |