| You know it sounds better in the long run,
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| where your words and symbols stack up into the night
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| Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol
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| The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith.
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| (Ooh your faith.)
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| We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days
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| Hold your frown. |
| ..
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| I know it sounds better, but there’s only so many things I want
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| So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun
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| Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will kill
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| summer nights to get through
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| The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm
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| All alone, where I, I roam. |
| ..
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| When you can’t sing, you’re on your own
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| When you can’t sing, on your own
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| when you don’t have a thing to believe in you will find, you have something to scream about |