| Into the storm I reached and disarmed
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| Before it could reach me
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| To prepare as if to flip down
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| The lightswitch to see
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| Securing the gaps in the sky
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| Unknowing that our own
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| Is sure to shatter
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| As the world blisters below
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| It was the greatest mistake
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| Though we didn’t know it
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| Tearing the bolts from the sky
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| Towering above our horizon
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| Now our city is dark and dry
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| These defenses are strong
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| Yet unaware that revenge doesn’t heal
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| And in the end, who strikes last
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| Is simply as powerless as the first
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| It was the greatest mistake
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| Though we didn’t know it
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| Tearing the bolts from the sky
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| Towering above our horizon
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| Now our city is dark and dry
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| Now we must wait
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| Until our wounds have healed
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| I didn’t mean for it to be this way
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| A symphony without arms and
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| A theater empty while you’re
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| Stranded in the balcony
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| I didn’t mean for it to be this way
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| A symphony without arms and
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| A theater empty while you’re
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| Stranded in the balcony
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| Securing the gaps in the sky
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| Unknowing that our own is sure to shatter
|
| As the world blisters below
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| It was the greatest mistake
|
| Though we didn’t know it
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| Tearing bolts from the sky
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| Towering above our horizon
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| Now our city is dark and dry
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| Now we must wait
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| Until our wounds have healed
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| Removing the storms
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| Before they could fall
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| Now it’s just a matter of time
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| Before these acts will ruin us all
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| Now it’s just a matter of time |