| Paradise of broken hearts
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| Some place that you’ll never go
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| All abandoned bleeding hearts
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| These scars we will never show
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| If these broken wings could fly home.
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| All abandoned promises hide
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| They won’t let you be alone
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| After the fall what was next to come
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| Heated the trials to boiling points as eyes reflect the sun
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| Deep in the spiral keep free fallin' till the less is none
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| Peep your survival mode don’t doubt you’d be blessed to succumb
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| Or is it simply a fate thing we chase dreams
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| To get caught in a nightmare that has no awakening
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| We’ve been on both sides of the scale
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| Circles of life that multiply try to divide and we fail
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| My sole remedy to bleed ink from the pen
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| Or sing along to broken melodies in sync with your sin
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| Think again who can save you now when it’s sink or swim
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| They throw your soul a life jacket but it’s leaking again
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| My friend down here’s a much colder place
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| Serendipity ain’t simple growing old with grace
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| Gotta face it before the soldier loses fate
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| Before this nightmare we lose the tipping point to a point of break
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| Paradise of broken hearts
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| Some place that you’ll never go
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| All abandoned bleeding hearts
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| These scars we will never show
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| If these broken wings could fly home.
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| All abandoned promises hide
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| They won’t let you be alone
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| Collected all the memories and wrote em' on the wall
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| The past keeps telling me of this endless fall
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| Was it a moment a break through of atonement
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| Something baring weight upon my shoulders
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| I couldn’t hold it over come it
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| Over achievers they try to dumb it down
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| Stomach the sound of angles crying as they plummet
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| Found a new found summit
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| This mountain’s not of heaven our heads are in a space of numbness
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| The fun of it’s joy for puppets deny
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| I’m trying to match the fitting moral
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| We lost our way inside a dark state of foolish quarrels
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| Sad to see the falling out of pieces on the floor
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| Weathered the storm but when it rains it pours
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| I’m trying to match the fitting moral
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| We lost our way inside a dark state of foolish quarrels
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| Sad to see the falling out of pieces on the floor
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| Weathered the storm but when it rains it pours |