| Standing there
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| You lay bare
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| Every burden in your mind
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| I walked through
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| Flying straight to you
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| Now the embers are lost in time
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| You’re trying to explain
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| Everybody’s calling your name
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| You know you’re not the one to blame
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| No
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| You’re not too young to die
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| All the colors, they have faded
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| They cut you open wide
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| They made a game of you and played it
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| In your bones
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| Beneath your skin
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| Lies a demon you can taste
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| Climbing up from deep within
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| You can’t find a hiding place
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| You tried to hide your shame
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| But everybody’s calling your name
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| You know you’re not the one to blame
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| You’re not too young to die
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| All the colors, they have faded
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| They cut you open wide
|
| They made a game of you and played it
|
| You’re not too young to die
|
| All the colors, they have faded
|
| They cut you open wide
|
| They made a game of you and played it
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| You’re not too young die
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| They cut you open wide
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| You know, you’re not too young to die
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| They cut you open wide |