| I see you trembling like the earth is falling from your feet
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| Like you’ve never felt the ground before
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| An indication that you’re over your head again
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| That you don’t know how to settle the score
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| I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t know
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| The way that you could fix it all
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| If you’re stacking your problems like a pile of bricks
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| You gotta knock down the wall
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| Before someone like you breaks you and puts you in the ground
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| Do the heavens ever spare the crop when the winter falls?
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| Could we really hide if the reaper calls?
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| And so it goes…
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| The lamb will be led to the loam
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| And you will return…
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| I see a hesitating grimace held above your chin
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| Like you haven’t thought of this before
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| And though the sentiment keeps you from letting go
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| You know it’s irresistible
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| To hear those voices hush
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| You must be cold
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| In times when piece of mind is bought and sold
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| Cause someone like you would break you and put you in the ground
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| Do the heavens ever spare the crop when the winter falls?
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| Could we really hide if the reaper calls?
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| And so it goes…
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| The lamb will be led to the loam
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| And you won’t return…
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| Don’t you want to see him fall apart?
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| So you can pick the pieces up
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| And put him back together?
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| Finally building up the perfect pawn
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| Another shadow lost in the dark
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| Another shadow lost in the dark |