| Well, I still believe a good man better knows his darkness well
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| Cuz the days of kings are over and all the good men have gone to hell
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| I raise a glass to every restless heart and a lonely soul
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| Cuz these boots were all I ever needed to get me to where I had to go
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| If there’s one thing I ever learned from life it’s make peace with the end
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| Cuz freedom here is just a word
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| And everything else is just pretend
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| Somewhere between what- we call heaven and hell
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| We all take a stand- together or alone
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| It’s like stories from the desert
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| When it used to be the sea
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| Like visions of the end
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| Like crawling through the dirt again
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| Glory glory hallelujah son
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| In the desert here only silence grows
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| So let your saints go — there already gone
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| You’re only what you let yourself believe
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| What you wanna be, what you wanna be
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| You are the sum of every single moment that you’ve ever been alive
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| It’s like falling back in love
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| Like screaming what you’re thinking of
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| Like going underground
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| And taking everybody down
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| Articulate the chaos manufacture resurrection
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| Overcome distractions to control your evolution
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| Cuz you’re the sum of every moment that you’ve been alive
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| I still believe a good man better know his darkness well
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| With a heart just like the desert only silence grows
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| But where you stand is where you are bound to fall
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| When your heart forgives it’s a miracle at all
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| Like thunder in your sky
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| Like looking up and wondering why
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| Like going underground and taking everybody down
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| Articulate the chaos and the way to resurrection
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| You are the bullet that killed the revolution
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| Cuz you’re the sum of every moment that you’ve been alive
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| Like falling where we stand
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| We are the fear that chills the bones
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| Like dying everytime we think we got the time to move on
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| We’re in deeper than we’ll ever know |