| Fresh starts from burnt ends
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| My body can’t stand strong, to reminisce is to give in
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| A hand in the present, a foot in the past
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| A thirst to move forward, but your demons keep holding us back
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| Melt away, become estranged
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| Waiting on a sign, a reason to remain
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| By your side, by your side
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| And I know that I can’t hide behind words
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| Are you just being cruel to be cruel?
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| Blue was the color I thought I knew
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| But every kiss hits like a bullet, it pierces through
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| Sorrow like the lines on your palm, I stood by as it grew
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| Whispers in the attic
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| A green glow spills and colors this place
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| One step closer to the edge, nowhere feels safe
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| The mechanics of disdain will only fail you
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| And I know that I can’t hide behind words
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| Are you just being cruel to be cruel?
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| Blue was the color I thought I knew
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| But every kiss hits like a bullet, it pierces through
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| Sorrow like the lines on your palm, I stood by as it grew
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| Crises of faith, I won’t hide in the folds
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| Scratch at the walls to get to the core
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| Comes as you were, as I want you to be
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| Fire to the fall to get to the core
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| And I know that I can’t hide behind words
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| Are you just being cruel to be cruel?
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| Blue was the color I thought I knew
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| But every kiss hits like a bullet, it pierces through
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| Sorrow like the lines on your palm, I stood by as it grew |