| Deep inside these burning buildings
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| Voices die to be heard
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| Years we spent teaching a lesson
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| We ourselves had never learned
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| And if strength is born from heartbreak
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| Then mountains I could move
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| And if walls could speak I’d pray
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| That they would tell me what to do
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| If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by
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| Forget my name and I’ll forget it too
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| Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives
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| Are what keep me coming back to you
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| No signs of life here, save the embers, the occasional flame
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| We’d know the way but can’t remember, conception to the grave
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| Shout confessions from the greatest heights, where no one can hear
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| All my fears, my insecurities are falling like tears
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| If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by
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| Forget my name and I’ll forget it too
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| Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives
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| Are what keep me coming back to you
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| The drones all slave away, they’re working overtime
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| They serve a faceless queen, they never question why
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| Disciples of a God, that neither lives nor breathes, (I won’t come back!)
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| But we have bills to pay, yeah we have mouths to feed! |
| (I won’t come back!)
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| I won’t come back!
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| And if you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by
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| Forget my name and I’ll forget it too
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| Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives
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| Are what keep me coming back to you
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| I’m coming back to you |