| so you’re boarding yourself in and sorting yourself out
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| you don’t want anyone to see you liek this
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| and your heart’s still racing from years of chasing dreams
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| the ones we all shared
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| you should see the ones you left behind
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| no, it’s not fair
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| it’s down right, down right depressing
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| but it sounds like, sounds liek you’re giving up to me
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| but there is no way we’ll give in
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| I know how hard it’s been
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| but it will only make things sweeter in the end
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| and as another brother falls
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| a louder voice still calls hold on
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| so you paint your windows black
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| to deflect the sun’s attack
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| yeah, you’re reflecting on the darker side of your lost pride
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| and your heart’s still racing from years of chasing dreams
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| the ones we all shared
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| and you should see the ones you left behind
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| I know it’s not fair
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| it’s down right, down right depressing
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| but it sounds like, sounds like you’re giving up to me, yeah
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| -bridge-
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| the lowest times in our lives are always the times we find ourselves losing hope
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| for the first time in our lives
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| we actually found ourselves |
| losing hope |