| Get me back to the days when I felt young
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| When love was beautiful
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| Not just a touch to con
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| Over these years I’ve deadened my nerves
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| Friction for validation
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| Take me back
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| You are the blessing
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| And I am the curse
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| I’m ready to run like a child
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| Away from the hell I deserve
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| Waiting in this darkened room
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| You’re still fresh on my lungs
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| Hoping for a sign to prove I’m over the edge
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| Cut me from what’s burnt on my eyes
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| Cut me away
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| I still wear you branded on my skin
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| You are the blessing
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| And I am the curse
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| I’m ready to run like a child
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| Away from the hell I deserve
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| You are the garden
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| And I am the drought
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| I’m emptied over the weeks away
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| Too fond of this bed to see it out
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| Are my roots too low?
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| Am I drying up too fast to follow?
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| Have my veins run dry?
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| Will I ever hear your voice again
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| Or feel your healing hand?
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| (Even in the storm, I can hear you now)
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| Cut me away from the lies that this world has fed me
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| (You're still there, you call be back)
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| Give me a sign, I still wear her branded on my skin
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| (Even in the storm, I can hear you now)
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| Show me love for how you meant it to be
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| (You're still there, you call me back)
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| Take me back
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| (Even in the storm, I can hear you now)
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| Lest I run headfirst into my lust
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| (You're still there, you call me back)
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| And further away from any future trust |