| Midnight workings, weather down the storyline
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| I try to find the truth between all the lies
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| When Bleeding is feeling and feeling ain’t real
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| Will I see you when I open my eyes?
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| Will I see you when I open my eyes?
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| When Breathing’s a burden we all have to bear
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| And trust is one thing we’re taught never to share
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| Somehow you just seem to shine
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| When loving means breaking and saying goodbye
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| And I can’t help but wonder what it is you do
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| You help heal the pain and the thoughts of the truth
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| You’re a question to the universe; |
| a wonder to the world
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| And somehow, when I’m with you, I never get burned
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| Caught in a trap of what we’re taught to believe
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| When night overcomes day, life’s so hard to preceve
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| And the clock keeps on ticking through night-shattered skies
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| Where the stars are all broken, and so are all the ties
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| But the one thing remaining is you
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| When I’m broken and bleeding, you pull me right through
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| And I can’t help but wonder what it is you do
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| You help heal the pain and the thoughts of the truth
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| You’re a question to the universe; |
| a wonder to the world
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| And somehow, when I’m with you there’s nothing I’d rather do
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| Than be right there
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| To escape my own life and all my fear
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| And I can’t feel
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| Am I really real?
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| Come and wipe all my tears
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| Come and wipe all my tears
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| And I can’t help but wonder what it is you do
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| You help heal the pain and the thoughts of the truth
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| You’re a question to the universe; |
| a wonder to the world
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| And somehow, when I’m with you…
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| And I can’t help but wonder what it is you do
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| You help heal the pain and the thoughts of the truth
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| You’re a question to the universe; |
| a wonder to the world
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| And somehow, when I’m with you, I never get burned |