| Wish I could be the pen that writes the end you’ll know
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| Or be the ink that will dry over the lines you stole
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| Wish I could sew the rope they’ll wrap around your throat
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| Or be the push that will pull you off your throne
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| Wish I didn’t care
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| Wish I knew if there’s a place I can go inside me
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| To drown the vengeance I’m owed
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| Or will it burn?
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| Or will I burn away?
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| Wish I could be the knife that cuts the ties you hold
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| Wish I could be the flame consuming all you love
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| Wish I could tie the weight before the plank is strolled
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| And I could watch as you sink in sight of shore
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| (Wish I knew) if there’s a place I can go inside me
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| To drown the vengeance I’m owed
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| Or will it burn?
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| Or will I burn away?
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| Wish I didn’t care
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| Wish I knew if… when the smoke has cleared
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| Wish I didn’t care
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| Wish I knew if…
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| …If there’s a place I can go inside me
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| To drown the vengeance I’m owed
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| Or will it burn?
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| Or will I burn away? |