| We are the same disease
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| One way too old
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| One way too young to treat
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| Our feet stuck in the same concrete
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| We just want to be free
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| Aren’t you sick of knowing that you could truly be Something that stays and makes a difference before it leaves
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| Aren’t you sick of hearing all the pain in me Aren’t you sick of being sick from the same disease
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| Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need
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| Come to me when you’re rebuilding
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| Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out
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| But to see who cares enough to knock them down
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| We can start again
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| With our names written in new cement
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| We can write the date
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| Right after we dig ourselves out of the messes we’ve made
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| You’ll never know
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| What you have until it’s gone
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| Through hell for you
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| Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need
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| Come to me when you’re rebuilding
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| Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out
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| But to see who cares enough to knock them down
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| You’ll never stop making mistakes
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| But if you learn from them you will never make the same ones twice
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| Next time there may be no next time
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| Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need
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| Come to me when you’re rebuilding
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| Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out
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| But to see who cares enough to knock them down |