| When did we become these sinking stones?
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| When did we build this broken home?
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| Holding each other like ransom notes
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| Dropping our hearts to grip our brothers' throats
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| You can’t see because you don’t know
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| You’re caught below, beneath your own shadow
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| Stuck inside, half alive
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| Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?
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| Close your mind, identify
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| Do you feel, do you feel?
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| Do you call this a life?
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| All you waited for
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| Drowning just to keep score
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| We always start with good intentions
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| But lose ourselves along the way
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| This is the time that we let it go
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| These are the words that’ll take us home
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| Singing the song that’s inside us all
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| If we don’t open our eyes we’re walking blind
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| Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves
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| Bitter blood builds our prison cell
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| Darker water now fills our lungs
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| The depths of our heart have blacked the sun
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| Naked we come, naked we leave
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| Fools we are, to hold tightly
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| We are free, we are free
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| (We are the jail, we are the key) x2
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| This is the time that we let it go
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| Yeah, these are the words that’ll take us home
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| Singing the song that’s inside us all
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| If we just open our eyes
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| This is the time that we let it go
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| And this is the pain we are forced to know
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| Singing the song that’s inside, inside us all
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| Inside us all
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| Walking blind |