| Through these eyes to the mind,
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| I will regain control,
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| In spite of these times,
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| What the fuck have I become,
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| I’m outta my mind,
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| I will regain control,
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| In spite of these times
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| I stood by
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| I’ve watched you
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| Crumble
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| Slowly
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| I won’t let any of it
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| Force me into the cracks
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| I won’t lie
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| I’ve bled through
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| I’ve stumbled
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| So lonely
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| I have no time for any of it
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| I’m hitting back
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| Through these eyes to the mind,
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| I will regain control,
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| In spite of these times,
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| I stand high
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| No rescue
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| No cry for help
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| Pull myself out of
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| A living and breathing hell
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| A feeling of loss
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| It’s all gone soft
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| My face to the grindstone
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| Is all I’ve ever known
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| Through these eyes to the mind,
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| I will regain control,
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| In spite of these times,
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| What the fuck have I become,
|
| I’m outta my mind,
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| I will regain control,
|
| In spite of these times
|
| I’ve stood by
|
| I’ve watched you
|
| Crumble
|
| Slowly
|
| I won’t let any of it
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| Force me into the cracks
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| Force me into the cracks
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| I’m hitting back
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| Regain control |