| I could be anything
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| But for the fault that I’ve acquired on my way
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| We We were the end of it But now we see the sun shining in our face
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| We see the sun shining in our face
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| So come on, come on we can be saved
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| The lives we live, the wars we wage
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| When everyone just tells us how to feel
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| We’re sleeping at the wheel
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| And I I would give anything
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| But for the grace of God I’m here and still aware
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| We know the end is overrated
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| We’ve become the walls we raise
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| We don’t believe enough but we still cared
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| Standing on the edge without a prayer
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| So come on, come on it’s all we got
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| Our hands are full, our lives are not
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| The loose affiliation with the real
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| We’re sleeping at the wheel
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| All of the time we’ve lost
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| All of the love we gave
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| And now these hands are tied
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| I can’t help thinking
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| That I was in the days I was losing my place
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| I was screaming out at everything
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| Waiting for the walls to come down
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| Before my moments starts to fade
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| But everything that’s perfect falls away
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| So come on, come on we can be saved
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| The lives we live, the wars we wage
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| When everyone just tells us how to feel
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| We’re sleeping at the wheel
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| We’re sleeping at the wheel
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| Just sleeping at the wheel |