| Broken sticks and broken stones
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| Will turn to dust just like our bones
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| It’s words that hurt the most now isn’t it
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| Are you sad inside, are you home alone
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| If I could just pick up the phone
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| Maybe you could see a better day
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| And you won’t waste away
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| Under my watchful eye
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| Because I’m your hero and you’re my weakness
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| Who’s gonna break my fall
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| When the spinning starts
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| The colors bleed together and fade
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| Was it ever there at all
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| Or have I lost my way
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| The path of least resistance
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| Is catching up with me again today
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| I’m broken down, not good enough
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| The broken promises add up
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| To twice their weight in tears which I have caused
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| I’m afraid to sink, I’m afraid to swim
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| I’m sad to say I miss my friends
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| I know that I’m supposed to step away
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| But they need me to stay and keep a watchful eye
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| On all my heroes and all their demons
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| But who’s gonna break my fall
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| When the spinning starts
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| The colors bleed together and fade
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| Was it ever there at all
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| Or have I lost my way
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| The path of least resistance
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| Is catching up with me again
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| Not today
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| Not today
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| Was it ever there at all
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| And have I lost my way
|
| The path of least resistance
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| Is catching up with me again today
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| Broken sticks and broken stones
|
| Will turn to dust just like our bones again today
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| I’m broken down
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| Not good enough
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| The broken promises add up again today
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| Was it ever there at all
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| And have I lost my way
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| The path of least resistance
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| Is catching up with me again today
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| Again today |