| Oh, I know
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| I can feel the shifting in my bones
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| Enclosed are senses so unknown
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| I’ve been changing, falling, fading
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| There’s demons at the door patiently waiting
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| But I wasn’t composed of broken bones or demon limbs
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| So please watch over me and be the light to carry me
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| Please be the light, please be the light that carries me
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| I can feel it being torn from my hands; |
| my innocence
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| This change is all so permanent
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| Can’t you see the change in me?
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| I said it’s all so permanent
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| There’s no placement
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| No arrangement
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| Of words that I could say to keep these changes away
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| But I wasn’t composed of broken bones or demon limbs
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| So please watch over me and be the light to carry me
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| And this world is a masterpiece
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| A canvas sheet accountable for such losses
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| Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul
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| And lost them both in the process
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| If it gets hold of me
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| Please be the saint to save me (be the saint to save me)
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| So please watch over me (please watch over me)
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| And be the light to carry me
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| If it gets hold of me
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| Please be the saint to save me (be the saint to save me)
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| So please watch over me (please watch over me)
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| And be the light to carry me |