| Just a fatal vision left to turn your blood to rust
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| And the lines grow ever thinner between things that I can trust
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| And that path, forsaken, just like those before
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| We kill with words we’d say
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| Just because we’re better off that way
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| Maybe we should write it out in blood
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| Blessed are these words just beyond my touch
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| And when the innocence is gone, will out words forever change?
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| It seems my lines of resolutions always seem to come out framed
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| And is it all for nothing? |
| Don’t let me turn away
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| We kill with words we’d say
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| Just because we’re better off that way
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| Maybe we should write it out in blood
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| Blessed are these words just beyond my touch
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| And there’s no laughter anymore -- no release from misery
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| For one who’s tried so hard and failed at every step
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| I’ve bid on chances still beyond my touch
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| And the further I release, I’m promising too much
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| And when I die forgotten, just one fading breath
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| We kill with words we’d say
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| Just because we’re better off that way
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| Maybe we should write it out in blood
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| Blessed are these words just beyond my touch |