| Say that you’re on your way, the lonely road
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| Traveling the miles to bring us to
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| The highest ground we ever placed our feet on
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| And for a moment our balance sustained on rigid water
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| Who can stop us now?
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| I pray to be of little faith cause even though the palms of his hands bare scars
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| I change my name to Thomas if it would keep me from repeating the same mistakes
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| And all the while two angels counsel on top of my shoulders
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| Both sides convincing me, his good grace repeating:
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| «Revealing the skin won’t keep you safe from facing these consequences that
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| you’ve made»
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| (You should)
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| Save your tongue, our silence is always awkward
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| We’re better off with little words barely ever spoken
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| I won’t say that I’m weak, but we’re not as strong as we once thought
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| We’ll just begin where we left off
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| (Exchanging forms of loneliness to fulfill our own desires)
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| We should find a way to make our bodies less enticing
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| (To stay away from contact would change my perception of an accomplishment)
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| Keep your eyes closed when you’re on your knees
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| Pray that his blood is still thick enough to soak us up
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| Even though our hands are inspired by the most beautiful on
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| I still know what’s in store when the sun burns itself out again
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| (You Should)
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| Save your tongue, our silence is always awkward
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| We’re better off with little words barely ever spoken
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| I won’t say that I’m weak
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| What’s kept us close (what's kept us close)
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| She pretended to love (she pretended to love)
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| While it slowly consumes all aspects of my life
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| Now I’ll see this through, when will I ever learn
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| To put my soul before what my body thinks it needs to know
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| It’s just the way we carry ourselves |