| Would you believe me, the things that I say?
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| I’m tired, I’m gone, I’m lost without you
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| You don’t see through me, you can’t run away
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| I’m changing, deranging
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| The darkness replacing composure
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| It burns my eyes as I watch the flame die
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| I will be satisfied when I get to the finish line
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| And take back all that’s mine
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| The fire in me hasn’t died
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| Always trying to put it out
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| You made it so bright, now you’re blind
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| So easy to see you and me today
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| A searchlight, we’re alright, we’re fine without this
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| Self loathing fear now that stands in our way
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| I’m fading, degrading
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| The darkness replacing composure
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| It burns my eyes as I watch the flame die
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| I will be satisfied when I get to the finish line
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| And take back all that’s mine
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| The fire in me hasn’t died
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| Always trying to put it out
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| You made it so bright, now you’re blind
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| My fire burns for the broken ones, the unspoken ones
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| My fire burns down the battered walls and the bleeding halls
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| We find our way to climb
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| Over the barricades and the masquerades
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| We light our fire and burn, burn
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| I will be satisfied when I get to the finish line
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| And take back all that’s mine
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| The fire in me hasn’t died
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| I will be satisfied when I get to the finish line
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| And take back all that’s mine
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| The fire in me hasn’t died
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| Always trying to put it out
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| You made it so bright, now you’re blind
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| Now you’re blind
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| Blind, blind
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| Blind, blind
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| Blind, blind |