| A broken heart seems much too heavy — It’s time to rest
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| Carried it around so long, can’t feel my chest
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| Baptize my body and wash away these thoughts of doubt
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| Bring back that feeling of which I can’t be without
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| Here I sit in aftermath
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| But I’ve got more to give
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| Tuesday feels like suicide
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| But I just wanna live
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| Heavy is a heart that breaks — It’s time to mend
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| Put it back together, cause it’s not time to end
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| Repent my sins and ask forgiveness for my fear
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| Bring back that feeling that had almost disappeared
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| Here I sit in aftermath
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| But I’ve got more to give
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| Tuesday feels like suicide
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| But I just wanna live
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| Here I sit in aftermath
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| But I’ve got more to give
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| Tuesday feels like suicide
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| But I just wanna live
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| True Friends, stab you in the front
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| Not the back motherf*ckers like you did to us
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| True Friends, stab you in the front
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| Not the back motherf*ckers like you did to us
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| Here I sit in the aftermath
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| Here I sit in the aftermath
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| Here I sit in the aftermath
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| And after all is said and done… I'm coming back |