| I’m all alone
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| Standing with my back to where I’m from
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| Feeling like my feet are made of stone
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| Desolation sinking in my bones
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| Down on the ground
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| I can see a trace of who I was
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| Underneath one hundred miles of dust
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| Everything I love will turn to rust
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| We were just hunters in the wilderness
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| And we am hungry to be more than what we are
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| In our love there is a hope in all all of us
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| Only 'cause we stand alone
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| Caught in a storm
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| Shadows of our innocence
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| Darkest state of providence
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| You can find me
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| Will you call me out?
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| Shadows of our innocence
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| Darkest state of providence
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| You can find me
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| Will you call me out?
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| Things will go on
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| We are all wanna stare and to be told
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| Living in a world that’s bought and sold
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| Everyday we pray in thing in gold
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| Where is my head
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| Who will come and save me from myself
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| Running through field of burning beds
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| Looking in my soul to find some rest
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| We were just hunters in the wilderness
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| And we am hungry to be more than what we are
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| In our love there is a hope in all all of us
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| Only 'cause we stand alone
|
| Caught in a storm
|
| Shadows of our innocence
|
| Darkest state of providence
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| You can find me
|
| Will you call me out?
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| Shadows of our innocence
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| Darkest state of providence
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| You can find me
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| Will you call me out?
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| We were just hunters in the wilderness…
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| (Will you find me?
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| Call me out?)
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| Find me, will you call me out |