| You could run a thousand roads
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| And never end up nowhere
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| Pierce through your hands a thousand holes
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| And never know the cross you bear
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| Maybe I was born inside a shadow
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| I’m always starving for the light
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| The only roads I seem to follow
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| Are the ones leading to the night
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| You can dig a thousand graves
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| You’re never gonna bury that ghost
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| Floats up from the ground and a caution that hangs
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| Hangs in your hair like a Jesus stone
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| Crashing down too far from heaven
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| Fell too short of a million things
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| Try to put the pieces back together
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| It’s what I get for flying on broken wings
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| Sick of dying in these nights
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| I wanna feel alive in the world
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| Wanna straighten out all my crooked lines
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| And then I’m gonna marry that girl
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| Because I believe that love can save you
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| When it comes in quiet and rises slow
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| Takes the depths out of the darkness
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| So you don’t have to fall that far alone
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| So you don’t have to face it on your own |