| Alone you find yourself just hanging,
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| and to fill the hole you cling to all that seems,
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| to hide the little girl that’s crying,
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| underneath the rage that you let others see.
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| 'Cause you’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while others look at you on show.
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| You’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while all around you people grow
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| And watch you bleed.
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| And watch you bleed.
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| So now you look at me, eyes wooden.
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| An anchor through your head; |
| crimson for disguise.
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| An opal for a wound you carry,
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| fairy lights of pleading someone look at me.
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| 'Cause you’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while others look at you on show.
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| You’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while all around you people grow
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| And watch you bleed.
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| And watch you bleed.
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| The more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes.
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| And the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need.
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| The more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes.
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| And the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need'
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| A gun.
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| 'Cause you’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while others look at you on show.
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| You’re dancing dirt into the snow
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| while all around you people grow. |