| It’s just a phase, in time it will subside
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| It never would aptly take my place along the line
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| Losing my fate, and faking through the days
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| Search for the motive keeping me alive
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| Passing time
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| Nothing left to see
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| Nowhere to return
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| Go and set me free
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| One time around the sun
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| Follow the path along the broken roads
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| We know the weight of all the sorrow we can’t hold
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| Not what we want
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| It’s all become a blur
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| We’re growing numb out in the cold
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| But can’t let go
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| Patiently waiting for the last reprise
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| Anticipation of the slowly rising tide
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| Keep it locked away, a world to wash away
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| Pretending I can do more than survive
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| Wasting time
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| Nothing left to see
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| Nowhere to return
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| So go and set me free
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| One time around the sun
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| Follow the path along the broken roads
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| We know the weight of all the sorrow we can’t hold
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| Not what we want
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| It’s all become a blur
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| We’re growing numb out in the cold
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| But can’t let go
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| But can’t let go
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| But can’t let, can’t let, can’t let go
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| Oh, I sit hold and my breath
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| Can’t scare myself to death
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| There must be some attraction to this ritual of guilt
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| Crawling through my time
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| Can I watch the day unwind?
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| Sifting through the remnants
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| I know what I will find
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| Follow the path along the broken roads
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| We know the weight of all the sorrow we can’t hold
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| Not what we want
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| It’s all become a blur
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| We’re growing numb out in the cold
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| But can’t let go
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| But can’t let go |