| I cling to a wire
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| A distant sight of sand
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| My body is tired
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| But I’m walking by command
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| A foundation is fading
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| I’ve lost all memory of land
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| A ship in still water
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| Doing the best he can
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| I need to get this feeling out
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| The walls are coming down, the walls are coming down
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| I’d bleed for something real right now
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| Let’s build it from the ground, build it from the ground
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| The searching is over
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| I take my place among the thieves
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| The sadness it covers
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| It’s bringing me to my knees
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| The wolf draws closer
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| Accepting everything I’ve done
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| But his teeth leave empty
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| As I move closer to the sun
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| I need to get this feeling out
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| The walls are coming down, the walls are coming down
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| I’d bleed for something real right now
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| Let’s build it from the ground, build it from the ground
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| It’s hard to have clarity in a catacomb
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| I’m a brick away from being made to laugh alone
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| I need to get this feeling out
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| The walls are coming down, the walls are coming down
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| I’d bleed for something real right now
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| Let’s build it from the ground, build it from the ground
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| Rebuild, Release
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| Rebuild, Release |