| Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb
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| I hate that you’re living on limited time
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| I would trade my own
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| I would trade my own skin for yours
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| I have been building vast walls of sound
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| To silence my fears and keep my feet on the ground
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| She hunts us all, wolf in the fog
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| This strange consolation gives me new ground
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| I’d give it all back just to keep you around
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| Returning misfortune, your hands bound
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| When it comes to persistence you wear the crown
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| You gave me new ground
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| You wear the crown
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| Wolf in the fog, she hunts us all
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| Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb
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| I hate that you’re living on limited time
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| If fortune favors the bold
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| Why is her path lined with coals?
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| The ache never seems to fade
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| Your legacy both builds and breaks me
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| Leave knowing what I do is all for you
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| Words to white noise, reminders pierce my ears
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| Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb
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| I hate that you’re living on limited time |