| When the morning comes and the answers don’t
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| I wake up alone, misplaced in my own skin
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| And I’m not sure whats left or what i could give
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| Can only offer what i have, the same as the rest
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| And I’m tired of singing swan songs in my sleep like I’m giving up on dreams
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| Cause there’s a disconnect in my head
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| From a place inside of my chest
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| Where i held the things that i loved
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| I didn’t want to loose them
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| But i just gave out
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| And I’ve been losing sleep and losing friends to states
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| Some miles away from where we grew up the same
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| But the ink in my arms is all the strength i need
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| To keep the faith in my name and all they’ve given me
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| And I’m tired of singing swan songs in my sleep like I’m giving up on dreams
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| I’ve scoured the earth looking for something
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| And i can’t find what i left behind
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| I should have died on the road
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| The one place that i felt at home
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| And i can feel it in my hands
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| The work of a lifetime and the weight that they’ve carried
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| Have i really lost the strength to hold on? |