| All mixed up, turned around
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| What are you thinking about?
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| What were we talking about now?
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| Emotion-free euphoric state
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| Too little, too late
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| (Late)
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| You pray for rain in hopes that it’ll wash away
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| Well, let’s be honest, you don’t have that much faith
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| I think it’s too late if you’re looking to save face
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| I see you slipping from that throne of grace
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| Focus stuck, all burned out
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| You’re thinking too loud
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| All that comes, has to come down
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| At least you can say you tried to pray for rain
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| You pray for rain in hopes that it’ll wash away
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| Well, let’s be honest, you don’t have that much faith
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| I think it’s too late if you’re looking to save face
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| I see you slipping from that throne of grace
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| Why do we ask for these selfish things?
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| Are we the only ones that need saving? |
| (Save me)
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| I think we were foolish in thought
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| Then again, I’m probably wrong
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| I’m probably wrong
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| (You pray for rain in hopes that it’ll wash away)
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| Well, let’s be honest you don’t have that much faith
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| I think it’s too late if you’re looking to save face
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| I see you slipping from that (I see you slipping from that)
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| I see you slipping from that throne of grace |