| Like the spark before the flame
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| Or the calm before the storm
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| It’s a needle to the vein
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| And I’ll always be wanting more
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| I close my eyes at night
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| But I wake up in a daydream
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| Been here a thousand times before
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| Is there pleasure in this pain?
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| Different people, fresher faces
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| But their words always sound the same
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| Knocked so hard upon the door
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| But all it does is hurt me
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| I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes
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| I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane
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| To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under
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| Then spit me back out to the sky
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| Maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive
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| I’m still alive
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| Sitting on my own again
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| Hoping something’s going to change
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| Where’s the happiness in torture?
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| What’s the sense in becoming insane?
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| Another corner of my mind
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| I feel moments, but never the full thing
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| I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes
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| I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane
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| To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under
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| Then spit me back out to the sky
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| But maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive
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| I’m still alive
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| I’m still alive
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| Yeah, I’m bleeding but I’m not undone
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| All this healing is making me strong
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| I might be fading but I’m never gone, yeah
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| I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes
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| I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane
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| To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under
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| Then spit me back out to the sky
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| But maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive
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| I’m still alive |