| Settle down, be still
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| It is all a test of will
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| We just need a little time to find some shelter,
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| To hide a while in the story’s fine
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| You’ve got yours, well I’ve got mine
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| They’re just markers on the map to find
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| The truth that’s lying in the middle
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| It’s easy to rage
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| It’s easy to blame
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| It’s easy to crumble and curse your name
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| But I owe you my life
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| I’ll swallow my pride
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| ‘Cause I was the the architect of half of the ruin
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| All the hurt and angry men
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| Play the victim till the end
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| Never easing their defenses
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| Well I won’t be them, I won’t be bitter
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| It’s easy to rage
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| It’s easy to blame
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| It’s easy to crumble and curse your name
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| But I owe you my life
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| I’ll swallow my pride
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| ‘Cause part of me always knew just what I was doing
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| Architect of half of the ruin
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| I want to see this through my eyes
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| A year from now or maybe five
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| A shortcut forward to the day
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| It’s just a memory of change
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| It’s easy to rage
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| It’s easy to blame
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| It’s easy to crumble and curse your name
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| But I owe you my life
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| I’ll swallow my pride
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| ‘Cause part of me always knew just what I was doing
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| Architect of half of the ruin |