| This is what it’s like to be me
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| Looking for a flashlight in a blank sea
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| Nothing but time on my hands
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| Nothing but blood on the sand
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| I come alive in the darkness
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| I come alive when I’m honest
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| I come alive when I can’t see what is in front of me
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| I come alive in a chokehold
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| I’m like a child when there’s no hope
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| I’m on a bastard island
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| Fatherless and desperate for dry land
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| This is time and space the in-between
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| Dreaming of an out and to be seen
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| Nothing but fear in my hands
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| Nothing but doubt in my brain
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| I come alive in the darkness
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| I come alive when I’m honest
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| I come alive when I can’t see what is in front of me
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| I come alive in a chokehold
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| I’m like a child when there’s no hope
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| I’m on a bastard island
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| Fatherless and desperate for dry land
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| Come on use your heart and be grateful
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| Your father gave his heart for you to be hateful
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| He was the bastard man that put you on this goddamn island
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| I come alive in the darkness
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| I come alive when I’m honest
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| I come alive when I can’t see what is in front of me
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| I come alive in a chokehold
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| I’m like a child when there’s no hope
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| I’m on a bastard island
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| Fatherless and desperate for dry land |