| I focused on the outline
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| And I focused on the scenes
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| I watched it come apart and
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| I knew that it could have been me
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| I saw fences tied in razor wire
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| Borders drawn in blood
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| I saw nothing but rain for days, still I
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| I wasn’t ready for the flood
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| Is there always enough strength for the next step?
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| Is there always a way back from your regrets?
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| I want to hear you say, it’ll be okay
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| I want to hear you say, it’s not too late
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| I would walk down that road while
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| It crumbled into dust
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| I put my faith in a violent man
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| He was the only one that I could trust
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| He built fences tied in razor wire
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| Borders drawn in blood
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| There was nothing but rain for days and days
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| Still no one was ready for the flood
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| Is there always enough strength for the next step?
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| Is there always a way back from your regrets?
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| I want to hear you say, it’ll be okay
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| I want to hear you say, it’s not too late
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| Is there always a reason to fall apart?
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| Is there always a light on in the dark?
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| Is there always a way home for lost son?
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| Is there always a savior when you need one?
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| I want to hear you say, it’ll be okay
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| I want to hear you say, it’s not too late
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| I want to hear you say, it’ll be okay
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| I want to hear you say, it’s not too late
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| It’s not too late |