| Right back where I left off
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| I broke my back, bearing the cross
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| I thought things would all work out
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| It’s finally spring but now, I’m filled with doubt
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| Said it’d be make or break
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| Still made the same mistakes
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| The struggle, I’ll endure
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| Tell me what the fuck are we fighting for
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| I’d rather be anywhere else so some part of me could feel like myself
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| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
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| Cold summer, cold summer
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| In the eye of the storm
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| It rains behind closed doors
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| Searching for what it means
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| Praying to find relief
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| Said it’d be make or break
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| Still made the same mistakes
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| The struggle, I’ll endure
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| Tell me what the fuck are we fighting for
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| Made it through mad season
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| Young blood flows through my veins
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| Unshackled, no more restraints
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| Moved on; |
| made it through mad season
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| Awaiting salvation; |
| awaiting salvation
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| I’d rather be anywhere else so some part of me could feel like myself
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| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
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| Cold summer, cold summer
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| Cold summer, cold summer
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| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
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| Cold summer, cold summer
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| The roof’s about to cave in
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| The walls are trembling
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| So sick of waiting
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| The roof’s about to cave in
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| The ground is shaking
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| No wishful thinking
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| Sick of waiting
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| I’m cutting all of you loose
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| I’d rather be anywhere else so some part of me could feel like myself
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| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
|
| Cold summer, cold summer
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| I’d rather be anywhere else so some part of me could feel like myself
|
| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
|
| Cold summer, cold summer
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| The doubt I’m faced with, stuck in this basement
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| Cold summer, cold summer |