| When i look into your eyes
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| I see that every single lie you say
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| Is just another wall that hides the truth
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| You’ve got nothing left to offer but to lie and make us suffer
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| Why don’t you just stand by your word
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| Break that pattern, at least for one day
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| Make it matter, I will not forget
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| Show me you mean it, with every bone that you break
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| Make me believe you, and stay awake
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| And now I dreamed one night that I would wake up in a world with no hate at all
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| But every time we rise, it seems like we always have to fall
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| Somebody once said that freedom is the moment you can look yourself in the eyes
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| But what’s the point of freedom when all that you see are lies?
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| I see your shadow on the wall
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| I see it beg, I see it crawl with every piece of the truth that you share
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| So when you ask for forgiveness, I know that you will
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| I’ll ask you to do just one thing
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| Break that pattern, at least for one day
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| Make it matter, I will not forget
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| Show me you mean it, with every bone that you break
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| Make me believe you, and stay awake
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| And now I dreamed one night that I would wake up in a world with no hate at all
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| But every time we rise, it seems like we always have to fall
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| Somebody once said that freedom is the moment you can look yourself in the eyes
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| But what’s the point of freedom when all that you see are lies?
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| Stop looking at me like I’m a freak
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| Cause I bend and break, when I’m weak
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| I cannot see through this misery the things you do are killing me
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| Run (run), hide (hide)
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| Cause you life is just a lie
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| And now I dreamed one night that I would wake up in a world with no hate at all
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| But every time we rise, it seems like we always have to fall
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| Somebody once said that freedom is the moment you can look yourself in the eyes
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| But what’s the point of freedom when all that you see are lies?
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| And now I dreamed one night that I would wake up in a world with no hate at all
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| But every time we rise, it seems like we always have to fall
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| Somebody once said that freedom is the moment you can look yourself in the eyes
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| But what’s the point of freedom when all that you see are lies? |