| From the lake where I lost it all
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| Stacked on the stakes yet you blessed the fall
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| I guess that I knew I was warned
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| I left my words in the cold
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| The things that I built for myself
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| Castles are tumbling down
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| Surrender the heir, savour the crown
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| Here lies where I drown
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| The first time that I sought for grace
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| But not the last lung I’d put to waste
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| Fumbling through this jaded book
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| The hearts I stole, the air I took
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| What love is this?
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| And now the photograph is all that’s left
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| To feed the wolves and empty chests
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| To break the best
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| The first time that I sought for grace
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| But not the last lung I’d put to waste
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| I’m burning down the stakes
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| Wash away, wash away
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| I never bled for a thousand lies
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| Just to stem the flow
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| I never wept over a thousand lives
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| Just to let this go
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| I never bled for a thousand lies
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| Just to stem the flow
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| I never wept over a thousand lives
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| Just to let this go
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| Wash away, wash away
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| Wash away, wash away |