| The door is wide open, I got an invitation.
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| I accept it every time.
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| Sugar coated damnation.
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| Yeah this world is mine, this crown won’t fall off my head.
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| Just another line to cross before I’m dead.
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| My eyes are burnt red, color of royalty.
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| Trying to keep my reign of freedom away from slavery.
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| These angels switch to demons following me.
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| No matter how fast I run they’re one step ahead.
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| They know me by name.
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| What made me feel alive is now killing me.
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| This lust is never satisfied, the cup is never full.
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| The rush is just that a push without the pull.
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| Cause I feel like
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| I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off the edge.
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| I can’t catch my breath.
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| If I fall, I fall my own way.
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| I was the one who set my price to pay.
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| The road I’ve walked a thousand times feels more like a thousand miles.
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| I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off
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| falling off the edge.
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| My legs feel like they’re broken, my hands are bruised and swollen.
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| All these scars are just a tokenof throwing caution to the wind.
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| As the sun’s rising, my world is being drained of its colour.
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| It’s time to fill my pallet again.
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| Just another line to cross before I’m dead.
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| Cause I feel like
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| I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off the edge.
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| I can’t catch my breath.
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| If I fall, I fall my own way.
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| I was the one who set my price to pay.
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| The road I’ve walked a thousand times feels more like a thousand miles.
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| I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off
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| falling off the edge.
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| Caught up dancing with my demons disguised with angelic eyes.
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| The flames begin to rise what’s now punishment, was once my prize.
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| Late nights and early mornings romanticize by alibis.
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| Tired of playing with fire just to feel the sting.
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| It’s time to take that leap.
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| I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off the edge.
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| I can’t catch my breath.
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| If I fall, I fall my own way.
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| I was the one who set my price to pay.
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| The road I’ve walked a thousand times feels more like a thousand miles.
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| And I’ve been digging my fingers in the dirt to keep from falling off the edge. |