| There’s a hole somewhere where my old self lives
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| And it burns like fire so that I might live again
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| I might start to give in
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| I honestly believe in us
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| I can’t believe we held out this long
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| Where’s the color?
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| I see it bleeding down the walls
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| I wish they knew what we’d been through
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| The parking lots and empty rooms
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| Remember feeling so alive?
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| The cure became a sickness
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| Everything was so alive
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| But that’s what made it different
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| And everyone was different then
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| There’s a hole somewhere
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| And goddamn I’ll get out
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| I see through the shots I missed and I
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| I’m feeling the confidence and I’m wandering
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| It’s time to look out for myself now
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| I can’t keep this all in my head
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| And I wonder sometimes how we ever get by, yeah
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| The cure became a sickness
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| Everything was so alive
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| But that’s what made it different
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| And everyone was different then
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| I see it
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| I see the color that they all saw
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| I’m feeling everything at once fall
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| And living every moment out like a dream
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| Just try to catch me now
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| As words fall from my mouth 'cause I’m not quite myself
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| Yeah, I’m not quite myself |