| Between the waves, they break like glass
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| Pastel skies that turn to grey, in whispers they ask:
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| were you ever listening?
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| Tear away all the pieces left worth saving. |
| I’m a ghost, I’m a broken entity
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| This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting, and I won’t let go if
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| you beg me to
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| Strain til you’re barely breathing. |
| pain, just to give it meaning
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| The blood we shed for these hollow endeavours: what is it worth if no one
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| remembers?
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| If there’s anybody out there, they were never listening
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| Tear away all the pieces left worth saving. |
| I’m a ghost, I’m a broken entity
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| This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting, and I won’t let go if
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| you beg me to
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| Frail hands worked to the bone. |
| No chance to buy back the life that we sold
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| Freedom, false as your hope.
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| Each will suffer the same. |
| Our own rapture, our own judgement day
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| To no end we will burn, if we…
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| Turn away, cause you’re far too late to save me. |
| I’m just a shell of the man I
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| used to be
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| This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting, and I won’t let go if
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| you beg me to
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| What is it worth if no one remembers? |