| Is this distance calling my name,
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| I think persistence is this price that we pay in the end.
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| I can try to survive in a world of common sense,
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| But can I stand in line and wait just like the rest,
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| Pain loses so much weight when I leave the ground,
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| The most that could be presented to me is here right now.
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| Over the line every God damn time,
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| And you’re still waiting on me to let go.
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| What’s left to lose?
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| I painted all these pictures but you couldn’t choose,
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| All of your company.
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| But is this distance, calling my name?
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| I think persistence is this price that we pay in the end.
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| Not a sound can be drowned If you don’t stop listening,
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| To the ones who believe,
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| They only like it if you foresee.
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| I’m seeing red,
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| and as a result my dreams,
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| were left unsaid, how could this happen to me?
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| When I’m over the line every God damn time,
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| And you’re still waiting on me to let go.
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| What’s left to lose?
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| I painted all these pictures but you couldn’t choose,
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| All of your company.
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| But is this distance, calling my name?
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| I think persistence is this price that we pay in the end.
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| I’m looking past the ones who fell back in the race,
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| Another day that I can tell the wasted space.
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| I’m looking past the ones who fell back in the race,
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| You can see it in my face, in my face!
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| What’s left to lose?
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| I painted all these pictures but you couldn’t choose,
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| All of your company.
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| But is this distance, calling my name?
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| I think persistence is this price that we pay in the end. |