| Here I am
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| I did it to myself
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| But I still don’t know what I’m here for
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| Floating on my back
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| Hoping that I end up dry
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| I got a right
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| Oh, to put you in my sights
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| But I don’t have the fight to rage on
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| Something tells me
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| That maybe you’re the one worth saving
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| Signs, high times
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| No more fooling around
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| Signs, high times
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| Choose a seat and sit down
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| Signs, high times
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| Might ain’t right
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| Signs, high times
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| Everything ain’t black and white
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| Just realized
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| There’s hatred in their eyes
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| Can’t fool around with darkness for fun (Oh, for fun)
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| Something tells me
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| Some people just ain’t worth saving
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| Got turned around
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| Following the sound
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| Of a heartbeat that’s been getting heavy (So heavy)
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| We’ve been here before
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| We were just getting ready
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| Signs, high times
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| No more fooling around
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| Signs, high times
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| Choose a seat and sit down
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| Signs, high times
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| Oh, might ain’t right
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| Signs, high times
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| Everything ain’t black and white
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| Better make up your mind
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| 'Cause we got to get it right this time
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| So much good at stake
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| Don’t give into the lies they make
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| Oh Lord, how did we get here again?
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| Signs, high times
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| No more fooling around
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| Signs, high times
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| Choose a seat and sit down
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| Signs, high times
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| Ooh, might ain’t right
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| Signs, high times
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| Everything’s in black and white
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| People, how long 'til your hand’s called?
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| People, how long 'til your hand’s called?
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| People, how long 'til your hand’s called?
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| People, how long 'til your hand’s called? |