| How can I dream when I can’t even sleep?
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| Open up my eyes
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| How can I be saved if I never believed?
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| Open up my eyes
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| Running blind
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| Running on borrowed time
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| Lived the only way I know
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| Sins of my past seem so trivial
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| I traded in her lips
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| For the needles kiss
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| If I knew then what I know now
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| I might have been able to dig myself out
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| I needed help
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| Reaching out, grabbing at fistfuls of nothing
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| All of my failed attempts
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| Due to a lack of sincerity
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| And in the moments of clarity
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| Is when I can truly see the distance covred
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| («Heroin track marks are clar indicators of drug use.» — The Recovery Village
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| Drug and Alcohol rehab)
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| The tracks left behind
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| Staggered, humbled by life
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| I was walking blind
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| I said what I needed to
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| To be left alone
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| Never believing I would get better
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| But something is different now
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| I’m ready to surrender
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| How can I dream when I can’t even sleep?
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| Open up my eyes
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| How can I be saved if I never believed?
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| Open up my eyes
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| And for the first time
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| I see the beauty in my life
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| Hope took the place of deep despair
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| Embracing dreams I never dared
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| Finally rescued from myself
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| Praises leave a cursed mouth
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| Understanding what was missed before
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| The freedom in total surrender
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| I needed help
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| Reaching out, grabbing at fistfuls of nothing
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| All of my failed attempts
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| Due to a lack of sincerity
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| I needed help
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| Reaching out, once again fistfuls of nothing
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| All of my failed attempts
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| Due to a lack of sincerity
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| Reaching out, grabbing at fistfuls of nothing |