| Does it ever haunt you, all you ever had in love
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| Was an empty shell?
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| You tried to make a spark
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| And hold the hope in your lungs
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| It’s an empty well
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| Well, are you afraid of the things that haven’t come yet?
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| Are you afraid? |
| Cause I’m afraid, hell yeah
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| Do they ever scare you
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| Shadows moving on the walls?
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| The past seems so close
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| Scared to realize you missed the honest crying call
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| Of the holy ghost
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| Are you terrified of the things you haven’t done yet?
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| He said are you afraid? |
| Cause I’m afraid, hell yeah
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| And not just to keep silent
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| As to keep the maddening violence in my head
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| I know that I can change, but why bother
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| When I can push it down and die like our fathers
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| Shame the only path left to follow
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| Takes me nowhere and leaves me so hollow
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| Does it ever find you when you swore you were alone?
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| The restless feeling
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| That all you ever done and all the seeds you thought were sewn
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| It lies to nothing
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| Are you terrified of the things that haven’t happened yet?
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| Are you afraid? |
| Cause I’m afraid, hell yeah
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| I know that I can change, but why bother
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| When I can push it down and die like our fathers
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| Shame the only path left to follow
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| Takes me nowhere and leaves me so hollow
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| I’ll keep waking up with the same sickness in my head
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| And I’ll keep telling you I’m fine with it
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| I’ll keep waking up with the same sickness in my head
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| And I’ll keep telling you I’m fine with it |