| Days pass
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| And I’m waiting, waiting, waiting
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| For my blood to return
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| Weeks pass
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| And I’m waiting, waiting, waiting
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| For my anger to burn
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| Faces change
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| And I’m reaching, reaching
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| For a hand in the dark
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| But still I’m numb
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| I feel nothing at all
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| Days pass
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| I feel at nothing all
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| Weeks pass
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| Can’t look down to the fall from grace
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| And I wish I could scream, or smile
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| Something that makes me feel for a while
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| Wanna feel the rain on my face
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| As long as I’m falling from grace
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| Months go
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| And the only thing I’m sure of
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| Is I just do not know
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| Years run
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| And I wonder if mistakes I made
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| Will remain undone
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| Faces change
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| And I’m reaching, reaching
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| For a hand in the dark
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| But still I’m numb
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| I feel nothing at all
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| Days pass
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| I feel nothing at all
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| Weeks pass
|
| Can’t look down to the fall from grace
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| And I wish I could scream, or smile
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| Something that makes me feel for a while
|
| Wanna feel the rain on my face
|
| As long as I’m falling from grace
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| As long as I’m falling from grace
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| From grace
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| As long as I’m falling
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| As long as I’m falling
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| As long as I’m falling from grace
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| As long as I’m falling from grace
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| As long as I’m falling from grace |