| I feel like we’re dancing on quicksand.
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| To the sound of the timer ticking at the top of our head.
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| How much longer can we run on empty how much longer can we run.
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| We let our scars show no regrets for our lessons learn.
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| Because I’ve come to understand, nothing here is given it’s earned.
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| So let’s take it back.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| These pages are blank, we are the authors.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| We’re set to collide, we’ll never falter.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| These pages are blank, we are the authors.
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| What can we do
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| What can we do to feel whole again?
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| I can’t pave pass this dead end road.
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| Fighting for nothing back and forth, back and forth.
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| The truth I’ve made have different kind of shades.
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| And I’m shaking at the thought that I’ve lost what I could never replace.
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| Leeches sleeping under my skin making a meal of my marrow, fear has me frozen,
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| my visions getting narrow.
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| Season the wound for the vultures circling around my head.
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| We let our scars show no regrets for our lessons learn.
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| Because I’ve come to understand, nothing here is given it’s earned.
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| So let’s take it back.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| These pages are blank, we are the authors.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| We’re set to collide, we’ll never falter.
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| We’re bleeding the ink thicker than water.
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| These pages are blank, we are the authors.
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| (The pages are blank.)
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| Disconnect me before I set fire. |
| I cannot be rewired.
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| Smoke in my eyes I refuse to retired.
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| I cannot be rewired.
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| (The pages are blank.) |