| Once again I wrote a song about my childish fears
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| Staring back at the path of my whole life
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| My footprints on the ground look like infected wounds
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| Eating my own flesh poisoned blood runs through my veins
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| Will this be the last time I close my eyes?
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| And how could I know a kiss would change my life
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| I can’t forget the steps we made together
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| You took my hands and tried to ease my pain
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| But I crossed the deadline
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| Once again I bleed these words to fill my childish voids
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| Looking down to the stairs of my whole life
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| I can taste the flavour of your blood on my lips
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| I lick my wounds to cleanse the infection
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| I’ll worm my way through this sterile ground
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| And how could I know a breath would change my life
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| I can’t forget the steps we made together
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| You took my hands and tried to ease my pain
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| But I crossed the deadline
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| And how could I know a kiss would change my life
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| And how could I know a breath would change my life
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| I can’t forget the steps we made together
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| (How could I know)
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| A kiss would change my life
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| (I can’t forget)
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| The steps we made together
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| (You took my hands)
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| And tried to ease my pain
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| (But I crossed the deadline)
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| I crossed the deadline |