| Just ahead I see you winding up
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| And you’re dressing this color on the edge of fire
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| Until these tightened strides
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| They march in time again
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| I don’t know if I will cut through
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| I don’t know if my heart will beat without you guiding it
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| Winding up
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| Leading me
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| Winding up to explode
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| It’s the sound of your racing heart
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| That beats in time with every start
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| (the start of the year. the start of life. the start of war)
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| That reaches up and across the sky
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| That makes us want to try
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| I’m falling to peices
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| I can’t let go
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| Tearing apart your lies
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| I want to live
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| It’s the sound of your shotgun pulse
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| Beating over and over in your silent halls
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| It’s a thought that keeps us alive
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| It makes us want to rise
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| A scream to guide me through my life
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| Winding up
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| Leading me
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| Winding up to what you can not unwind
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| This side of you and if it’s taken away
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| You won’t know what to do
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| You’re stretching to meet expectations that you will never reach
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| And now it’s far to late to ever leave this cold
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| I’m giving up
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| Marching in time with your drums
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| I’m letting go of everything i once loved |