| No thought is given to the consequences
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| To need to see what might become
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| It’s like we need to sabotage our other love in our lives
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| To prove control is so far from undone
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| And I, I have caved in, again
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| But I, I’m building from the wreckage
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| We bend, we break, we’re forced to heal
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| The storm’s intentions are revealed
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| The truth becomes to usher in deliverance
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| For the weight of the past I can’t tow
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| But like the river where the soda shakes and withers my home
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| To a place I barely know
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| We bend, we break, we’re forced to heal
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| The storm’s intentions are revealed
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| Trying to wake and then creates and tears us down
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| We bend, we break, we learn to heal
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| Sirens are blown from bracing hands too tight
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| So strike away the grip of past mistakes
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| And I, I have caved in, again
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| But I, I have caved in again but
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| We bend, we break, we’re forced to heal
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| The storm’s intentions are revealed
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| Trying to wake and then creates and tears us down
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| We bend, we break, we learn to heal
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| Sirens are blown from bracing hands too tight
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| So strike away the grip of past mistakes |