| Trespass in my life, you’re starting a war
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| Living in a glasshouse throwing stones
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| Poison words, rotting the core
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| There’s nothing left to save here anymore
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| Who would have thought it would be you?
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| I’d no longer consider true
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| Over the edge the ladders have fallen
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| And vermin get through
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| As the years are passing by
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| We are drawing the line
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| Ain’t no changing who we are
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| Enslaved to abide
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| We’re as close as we are far
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| We keep crossing the line
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| Forever bound to who we are
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| Why can’t we grow?
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| Trapped on the board, wasting rounds
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| The cord’s been cut but still rebounds
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| This double edged sword is cutting us down
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| Tangled in the roots we can’t deny
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| Who would have thought it would be you?
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| I’d forever be shackled to
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| Over the edge the ladders have fallen
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| And I’m left here with you
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| As the years are passing by
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| We are drawing the line
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| Ain’t no changing who we are
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| Enslaved to abide
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| We’re as close as we are far
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| We keep crossing the line
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| Forever bound to who we are
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| Why can’t we grow?
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| Who would have thought it would be you?
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| Forever bound, I’m left here with you
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| We keep on crossing the line
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| I’m bound with you forever
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| Tangled in the roots |