| You bet we fight until pressed against six feet
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| Of distance and earth
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| Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made
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| And my troubles come up from the earth
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| My teeth, grit, fierce
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| And I beg to you, understand. |
| «Grace» is my name
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| Tongues run amok and
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| Fangs will breed on fangs
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| So keep your secrets in the mattress
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| And pray they don’t escape
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| This impossible act of building our bridges
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| Much faster than they burn
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| Stay
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| Because I can’t afford distance
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| It’s shadowing my heart
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| And what good is a sinner
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| If we haven’t got grace
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| (Save the son)
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| My troubles boulevard across the land
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| (Save the son)
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| They keep their secrets in the mattress
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| (Save the son)
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| Discard
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| (Save the son)
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| I’m trying to keep it in the right hands
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| Medic, medic, medic
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| I have given up all my weapons and I’ve headed home
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| Well I can see the words inside your silence
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| But I can’t speak about your pain for you
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| How long can you burn for anyways
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| Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze
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| Like, like lions without teeth hungry
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| Staring at the forest with flames in our eyes
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| Just talking with the trees
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| If we can drift long enough, we’ll be home
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| Sails blown by the fire within pushing me to you
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| And you can live inside of me
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| Sewn together
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| Breaking and healing
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| Growing and breaking again and again
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| And you are a part of me
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| You are my home and I’m your home
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| But I’m no place you’ll want to be
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| So I’m out here again sparks hid behind my teeth
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| I won’t say a word for fear of failure spreading
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| It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends
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| We have old blood stained with loose living
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| Ran through charcoal hearts to make it red
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| And we can be on fire again you and I
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| You want this?
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| Well say what you want
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| Say what you mean!
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| We can talk lung to closed ear
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| Head inside of hand
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| Turning over again together
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| Cut up for the cheap heat running through our veins
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| And we can lay brick by broken brick
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| Our ashes pushed in between
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| And build this road back home to where we want to be
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| We are not our own, we are the same
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| Let fangs give birth to fangs but I can’t walk away
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| Let them breed
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| Fangs give birth to fangs but I can’t walk away
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| Let them breed |