| If you pull too hard
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| Then the string will break.
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| And if you leave the slack
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| Then the string won’t hold.
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| So how can we find ourselves
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| Trapped in our own private hells
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| Where we just scream but no one can hear
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| 'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
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| The treasure is found within
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| The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
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| Fill the glass to the brim
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| And it will spill out.
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| And keep on sharpening the knife,
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| And it will, it will be so blunt.
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| So how can we find ourselves
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| Trapped in our own private hells
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| Where we just scream but no one can hear
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| 'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
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| The treasure is found within
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| The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
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| To be at one with all your life
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| So how can we find ourselves
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| Trapped in our own private hells
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| Where we just scream but no one can hear
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| So how can we find ourselves (So be)
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| Trapped in our own private hells (at one)
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| Where we just scream but no one can hear (with all your life)
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| 'X' marks the spot where the dig begins (And do)
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| The treasure is found within (without)
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| The broken hearts that are soaked with fear (doing a thing)
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| Don’t try too hard to understand
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| Or you’ll miss the, miss the point at hand. |