| So tell me, if you’re ready
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| Then why are your palms sweaty?
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| Grab tight, your knuckles white
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| Wind up and swing with all your might
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| All that will be hanging, by days spent in the dark
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| Have you had enough, have you had enough?
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| You build yourself a house, a house that’s not a home
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| If every shadow is your own, is your own
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| Time stands still, your movement froze
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| And staring down at what you broke
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| And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
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| And settle into new found comfort in your empty space
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| Eyes drowning, surrounding colours bleed into the air
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| And the life you stood by dissolves in arbitrary lines
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| You drew just to have something to cross
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| Have you had enough, have you had enough?
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| So dirty up your hands, the hands that used to
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| This whole foundation let go, let go
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| Time stands still, your movement froze
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| And staring down at what you broke
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| And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
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| And settle into new found comfort in your empty space
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| So tear it, rip away my pain my memory
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| Stare at all the nothing you created
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| Tear it, rip away my pain my memory
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| Stare at all the nothing you created
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| Time stands still, your movement froze
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| And staring down at what you broke
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| And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
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| And settle into new found comfort in your empty space |