| I walk between the dividing lines
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| I dance around the exit signs
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| I hate the world more than I hate myself
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| I can’t pretend that it’s a cry for help
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| Tattered manifestos litter the mind
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| Diplomatic plans ravaged by time
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| It never really was the truth or lies
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| We just gave up and said our goodbyes
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| So hold me, hold me, hold me like a heaven
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| I want some faith and wanna be forgiven
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| I wanna feel your divine intervention
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| So hold me, hold me
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| So hold me, hold me like I’m lost in your heaven
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| What is the future of the future?
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| When memory fades and gets boarded up
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| All the ties that bind have come undone
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| Seconds of hate, tiny screams of love
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| So hold me, hold me, hold me like a heaven
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| I want some faith and wanna be forgiven
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| I wanna feel your divine intervention
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| So hold me, hold me
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| So hold me, hold me like I’m lost in your heaven
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| So hold me, hold me, hold me like a heaven
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| I want some faith and wanna be forgiven
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| I wanna feel your divine intervention
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| So hold me, hold me
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| So hold me, hold me like I’m lost in your heaven |