| And it’s always little things
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| That to the surface brings
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| The comfort in the pain
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| The fear behind the smile
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| We lose along the way
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| The things we leave behind
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| Along the precipice
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| Of things we should not climb
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| And I’m the first in line
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| There’s an anchor around my heart
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| Dragging me down
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| Beneath the waves in silence I fall
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| There’s a halo above my head
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| Spinning me 'round
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| Cause I don’t know if I’m alive or dead
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| A dagger in my hand
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| Bleeding me dry
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| And it’s always little things
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| That to the surface brings
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| The space you need to breathe
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| Before the curtain call
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| The light that leads the way
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| Before you hit the wall
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| The mountain that you climb
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| Just to take a fall
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| For blind among the blind
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| There’s an anchor around my heart
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| Dragging me down
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| Beneath the waves in silence I fall
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| There’s a halo above my head
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| Spinning me 'round
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| Cause I don’t know if I’m alive or dead
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| There’s a dagger in my hand
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| Bleeding me dry
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| And all we have to lose is time
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| And what lose we leave behind
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| Stay around and we will shine |