| This is a call to arms for the poets that are inside of us
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| This is shedding our skin, and breaking the chains that are binding us
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| This is pictures of the truth
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| This is life in real time
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| All the words we always wanted but could never make them rhyme
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| This is the way that she looked
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| This is what I believe
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| This is the way it’s been and always will be
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| This is the war raging inside of me when I told you all that I was fine
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| You taught me never underestimate the power of ten thousand hearts that are
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| beating in time
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| This is for everyone still holding on to all the things they fucked up and all
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| the people they did wrong, all the songs they never sang
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| Our story’s still the same, but we’ve been holding it in so long
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| So Hallelujah amen, holy whatever, bless your soul
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| Because these are the words that set up the verses that let us free ourselves
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| through rock n' roll
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| This is music, this is spirit, this is passion if you’ll let yourself hear it.
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| Cause there’s mercy in the verse
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| A story in the chorus
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| A bridge to get over the sea of doubt before us
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| It’s all not perfect. |
| We need music to save us; |
| spinning the soundtrack to our
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| beautiful chaos
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| Imperfect existence: just grab it and own it and I swear to God you’ll have it
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| all in that moment
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| So take every picture of your perfect life…
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| You can splatter it with color and the paint will dry… You can throw it in
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| the air and you can watch it fly… Just for one last time squeeze it very,
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| very tight… And let it go |