| You’re being lied to
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| The ones that claim your heart
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| Are constricting the life from your mind
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| You can’t face it
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| So you maintain the blind
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| Sedated, sedated, sedated
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| Do you really want to give it all up?
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| For a sweet scent debasement
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| Do you really want to give it all up?
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| You’re placing lives at stake, can’t let you walk away
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| If I can’t make you stop, I’ll have to take you out
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| Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
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| Composure fit for a man:
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| If I never see her again?
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| (If I never see her again?)
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| I will sleep all alone
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| Until she comes home
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| Or let go
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| Let go
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| I see the passion slowly leaving from your eyes
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| I’m trying to save you
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| I tried to save you
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| But there was nothing to hold onto
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| You were sinking
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| I had to leave it
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| The void was screaming for your blood
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| Give me some perspective
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| I’m made of flesh and bone
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| I am not your god
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| Don’t be so pretentious
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| You’re placing lives at stake, can’t let you walk away
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| If I can’t make you stop, I’ll have to take you out
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| Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
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| Composure fit for a man:
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| If I never see her again?
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| (If I never see her again?)
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| I will sleep all alone
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| Until she comes home
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| Or let go
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| I know, I know we all fear the hounds
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| But what’s life worth when it’s lived underground?
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| We can save some be we cannot save them all
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| Sacrifices must be made
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| There’s no peace without exchange
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| Legs buckle under burdened backs
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| But what of free hearts and minds?
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| Staked, placed inside my hand:
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| Contrived
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| (Trenton Woodley):
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| These snakes I see seething
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| Bring promise redeemed for your soul:
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| Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes
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| Steady your breathing, remember your role
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| My whole world, I don’t want to have to end you
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| Stay the course at hand
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| You promised we’d be to the end
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| I can’t let you take this chance
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| All I ever wanted was your honesty
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| Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
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| Composure fit for a man:
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| If I neversee her again?
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| (If I never see her again?)
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| I will sleep all alone
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| Until she comes home
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| Or let go |