| I can’t feel my head
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| I feel so numb, maybe I’m dead
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| There is a hole inside my soul
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| That makes it easier for me to lose control
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| But at the same time something makes me whole
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| I’m alive as I open up my eyes
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| I feel the storm but the wolves are at my door
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| And the rain says that my life is not in vain
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| So the rivers forming from the storm will bring
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| Will bring me home again
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| Will bring me home again
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| Will bring me home again
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| How am I supposed to know
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| That I’m here to learn and I need to grow?
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| There is a hole inside my soul
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| That makes it easier for me to lose control
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| But at the same time something makes me whole
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| I’m alive as I open up my eyes
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| I feel the storm but the wolves are at my door
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| And the rain says that my life is not in vain
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| So the rivers forming from the storm will bring
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| Will bring me home again
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| The water’s without any motion
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| And I’m scared of breaking open
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| But my home is now in sight
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| There is no doubt that I am alive
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| I’m alive as I open up my eyes
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| I feel the storm but the wolves are at my door
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| And the rain says that my life is not in vain
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| So the rivers forming from the storm will bring
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| Will bring me home again
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| Will bring me home again
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| Will bring me home again |