| I still see my actions ripple
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| Grinding hope stones into sand
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| Losing too much kills the lion
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| Makes mice of many men
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| I watched you suffer too
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| Stuck steadfast to beliefs
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| And I’m apart from it
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| But woe is me
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| And after all underneath
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| Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
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| Ain’t we all just reflections?
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| Moving in separate directions
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| In our heads, out of our minds and out of time…
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| … has left a crow’s foot brand
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| Shook me up and beat my hand
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| Taught me some humility
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| Left little opportunity
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| But in the seconds between breath
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| All my pride means so much less
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| And it is time that I confess
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| I’m a part of what went wrong
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| After all underneath
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| Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
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| Ain’t we all just reflections?
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| Moving in separate directions
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| In our heads, out of our minds and out of time
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| Picking up where we last left it
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| Trying hard to hide your eyes
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| Shards of shambled nouveau riche
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| In the pieces of your life
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| Backwards ain’t no way of living
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| In a world synced up with sinning
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| Hard hearts need forgiving
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| Well, it’s the only chance we’ve got
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| Underneath
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| Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
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| Ain’t we all just reflections?
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| Moving in separate directions
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| In our heads, out of our minds and out of time |