| We spend entire nights sustaining wounds
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| We’ve held for so long
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| When do we stop, slow down to fix them?
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| We don’t. |
| We just go on
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| And we’ve woken up alone, bitter, defeated
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| Gasping for breath that we’ve lost in our time spent repeating
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| So let’s not be hasty because it might be too late
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| I believe we can be electric. |
| We could conduct
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| After all the things we thought we were above that crushed us. |
| And all those
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| times we thought we were invincible and found out we’re not. |
| It’s never getting
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| any easier
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| And it’s never been so hard
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| We’ve never been much for believers but I still believe we can be electric.
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| It’s not about fear or anger. |
| It’s not about retribution
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| It’s not about the things in which I have no say
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| It’s about being things today that I couldn’t find yesterday
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| Got to pick up the fucking pieces. |
| Sometimes I forget it
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| When it’s bearing down on me and I let it
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| And all the nights you spent screaming
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| You thought no one heard. |
| It’s never getting any easier
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| And did we really think it would?
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| Sometimes the things that leave us leave us for good
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| While it’s fleeting, if we’re breathing lungs with hearts still beating.
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| I still believe we can be electric |