| One day the dreamers died within us
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| When all our answers never came
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| We hid the truth beneath our skin but
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| Our shadows never looked the same
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| A ghost is all that’s left
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| Of everything we swore we never would forget
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| We tried to bleed the sickness
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| But we drained our hearts instead
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| We are, we are the dead
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| And when we couldn’t stop the bleeding
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| We held our hearts over the flame
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| We couldn’t help but call it treason
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| After that we couldn’t fill our frames
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| After that our shadows never looked the same
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| A ghost is all that’s left
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| Of everything we swore we never would forget
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| We tried to bleed the sickness
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| But we drained our hearts instead
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| We are, we are the dead
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| In summers past we’d challenge fate
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| With higher pitch and perfect aim
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| And standing fast, we’d radiate
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| A light we loved but never named
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| But the answers never came
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| And our shadows never looked the same
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| A ghost is all that’s left
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| (We are the ones who lost our faith)
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| Of everything we swore we never would forget
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| (Can we be saved?)
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| We tried to bleed the sickness
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| But we drained our hearts instead
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| We are, we are the dead
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| (We are the ones who lost our faith)
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| A ghost of everything we thought but never said
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| (Can we be saved?)
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| We tried to bleed the sickness
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| But we drained our hearts instead
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| We are the ones who lost our faith
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| We dug ourselves an early grave
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| We are the dead, can we be saved? |