| One foot, then the other
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| Such embarrassment, it wasn’t meant that
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| I, I should discover such offensive things
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| This suffering sends hope to the ground
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| But I really never had enough
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| They’ve got pride in him
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| This tide turns lives over
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| A black tongue prophecy, adorned in stony skin
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| We never ever (never ever) ever had to lie to move ahead
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| But here in oblivion, we cling to what we can
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| So in the end (in the end) we can say that with these hands
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| We took it all back, it all back
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| So let us force a smile and pretend that we’re alive
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| Oh, but somewhere, none of this happened
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| The bullets removed themselves; |
| life is beautiful
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| I have a home above the lake where I could
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| Forget the words to the songs that we’ve heard
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| The passages read, all the names in a world
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| That have brought us this pain, from the wounds we’ve sustained
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| A cold calloused heart, sitting still in this cave of a chest
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| So abandon a life from before, a boy and his innocence… |