| There is no poetic justice, for what I’ve done today
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| There is no clear voice, for what I meant to say
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| There is no poetic justice, for what I’ve done today
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| So are these decisions who I really am?
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| Im not burning bridges, im losing friends
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| Im not chasing cars, I am creating loose ends
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| And there is no one else to blame
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| It’s all on me, one and the same
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| I have never seen, this side of me
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| Unanchored, adrift in the dark sea
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| I had hoped my honesty would clear the air
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| I had hoped my honesty would clear the air
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| But its just the reason for this disrepair
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| But to walk away is to admit defeat
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| But to walk away is to admit defeat
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| This is basic survival
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| In a moral gray area
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| Snap out of it, this is your wake up call
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| Not to change it all, but what needs to be
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| Snap out of it, this is your wake up call
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| Altered for progress, altered for progress
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| Come alive, come alive |