| There’s a million reasons
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| lives get shaken
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| Each one hurts the same
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| It’s getting hard to tell what’s breaking
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| The picture or the frame
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| Writing letters to my mind
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| Writing out what’s kept inside
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| Scribbled down and set aside
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| Can’t see past today
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| Whispers from the other side
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| Whispers from the terrified
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| Holding out for satisfied
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| I hear the voices that say
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| I am the strange, the disarranged
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| I am possessed, the second-guessed
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| I am indecent, I am the treatment
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| The secrets have spoken
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| We are the broken
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| The secrets have spoken
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| We are the broken
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| Every second wasted worry
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| Falls away unsaved
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| Try to empty out the madness
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| Tomorrow do the same
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| Writing letters to my mind
|
| Writing out what’s kept inside
|
| Scribbled down and set aside
|
| Can’t see past today
|
| Whispers from the other side
|
| Whispers from the terrified
|
| Holding out for satisfied
|
| I hear the voices say
|
| I am the strange, the disarranged
|
| I am possessed, the second-guessed
|
| I am indecent, I am the treatment
|
| The secrets have spoken
|
| We are the broken
|
| The secrets have spoken
|
| We are the broken
|
| There’s a million reasons
|
| lives get shaken
|
| Each one hurts the same
|
| It’s getting hard to tell whats breaking
|
| The picture or the frame
|
| I am the strange, the disarranged
|
| I am possessed, the second guessed
|
| I am indecent, I am the treatment
|
| The secrets have spoken
|
| We are the broken
|
| The secrets have spoken
|
| We are the broken
|
| The secrets have spoken
|
| We are the broken |