| This bleak and unbearable world has left me cold and wanting
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| I need someone to make me feel real now
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| Submerged and trapped beneath the ice, without your light, without your eyes
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| I keep looking to find myself in me again
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| Alive in spite of it all
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| One with her
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| Once I aim for the win
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| I’ll find a way
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| All of my angels are right here with me
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| Hold me as I ache from the things I have seen
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| I have all my angels and I am not alone
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| Wake me if I turn to stone
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| But I will not go quietly, it’s not my time, is not meant to be
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| What can I do to make you hear me now?
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| Alive in spite of it all
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| One with her
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| Once I aim for the win
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| I’ll find a way
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| All of my angels are right here with me
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| Hold me as I ache from the things I have seen
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| I have all my angels and I am not alone
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| Wake me if I turn to stone
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| I touch the white upon the window sill
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| The cracks are spidering across the glass
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| No one will see me if I hold perfectly still
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| This sense of hopelessness will surely pass
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| For reasons I have yet to understand
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| I know the world in ways I can’t explain
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| What I can see, it’s like the ocean next to land
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| It all seems futile and in vain
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| Submerged and trapped beneath the ice, without your light, without your eyes
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| I keep looking to find myself in me again
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| Alive in spite of it all
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| One with her
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| Once I aim for the win
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| I’ll find a way
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| All of my angels are right here with me
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| Hold me as I ache from the things I have seen
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| I have all my angels and I am not alone
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| Wake me if I turn to stone
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| All of my angels are right here with me
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| Hold me as I ache from the things I have seen
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| I have all my angels and I am not alone
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| Wake me if I turn to stone |