| There’s shadows on the walls
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| Of moments far too troubling to recall
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| All the settings and the scenes
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| That signal suffering
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| Impassioned pleas that ended in a whisper
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| In all the lessons learned,
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| Were they worth the ash from all the bridges burned?
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| Standing, stomping in the damage and
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| The ruins of a slip of tongue
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| With tragic consequences
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| I think that we’ve all made our gravest mistakes
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| On the greatest intentions that we’re too stubborn to let go With this little time before I go,
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| I’ll open up my mouth,
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| And scream it out
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| To cast my voice
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| Into the crowd
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| Now that you’re alone,
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| Is it really so impossible to know
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| All the actions and reactions
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| Pinned against each other
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| Never really end just how you want it I think that we’ve all made our gravest mistakes
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| On the greatest intentions that we’re too stubborn to let go With this little time before I go,
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| I’ll open up my mouth,
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| And scream it out
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| To cast my voice
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| Into the crowd
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| I know that all of this will come and go So open up your mouth
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| And scream it out
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| To cast your voice
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| To the crowd.
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| So open up your mouth
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| And scream it out
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| To cast your voice
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| To the crowd.
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| (Don't let the world bring you down) |