| Deep in the core of a broken one
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| I spy the light of a wounded sun
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| That keeps you from drowning
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| Keeps you from drowning
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| Way beneath the weak surface of it all
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| I spy a girl only three foot tall
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| That keeps me from drowning
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| She keeps me from drowning in it all
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| With the will to stay
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| And the will to stand still
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| With a visible scar in a broken sidecar
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| We break our hearts and pretty much everything
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| After the dark and endless wars
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| I realise that I’m fighting a cause
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| That ends with us drowning
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| Ends with us drowning in it all
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| With the will to stay
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| And the will to stand still
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| With a visible scar in a broken sidecar
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| We break our hearts and pretty much everything
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| With the same old star and the same old sun
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| Built to keep us both in the same old love
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| And when the present tense meets the present time
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| Built to keep our worlds in line
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| With a visible scar in a broken sidecar
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| We break the rules and listen to our own skin
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| We break our hearts and pretty much everything |