| There is a numbness that’s weighing down on us.
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| A wretched gray construction made of our wealth and loss.
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| And to be empty seems like the drug of choice,
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| Against the choices that they offer us.
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| We fail ourselves, crawl and won’t stand up
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| They tell us, «this is growing up.»
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| There is a judgment that they pass down on us
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| When we become what they are not.
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| Their only weapon is pointed at our hearts,
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| To brand us and to shut us out.
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| And it will hurt and it will scar,
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| And they will make you the loneliest soul in the world.
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| But you’ll shine in the fire, my witch on the pyre.
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| Burn into something new.
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| And it will hurt and it will scar,
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| And they will make you the loneliest soul in the world,
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| But you’ll shine in the fire, my witch on the pyre.
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| Burn into something new.
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| This is the end of the world.
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| And I know it’s the beginning.
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| This is the end of the world,
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| And I know it’s the beginning of you.
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| And it will hurt and it will scar,
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| And they will make you the loneliest soul in the world.
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| And you’ve been hurt and you’ve been scarred.
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| They tried to make you the loneliest soul in the world,
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| But you shone in the fire, my witch on the pyre,
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| Turned yourself into you. |