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Maybe the pain will bring me closer |
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Maybe the hurt makes it easier |
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If isolation plants the seed to stay |
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Repainting the shade of grey |
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Don't ask me to stretch any longer |
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These arms are strained beyond what they can take |
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Don't ask me for strength cause it's gone |
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And I've reached my end restoring the loss to faith |
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My moonlit walks |
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don't scatter thoughts of shattered dreams |
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The lack of sleep serves as morphine |
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Awake and stretch for any shoreline |
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Just as the current tears me to sea |
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Don't ask me to stretch any longer |
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These arms are strained beyond what they can take |
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Don't ask me for strength cause it's gone |
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And I've reached my end restoring the loss to faith |
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Don't ask me to feel any longer |
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These feelings been worn since I sat down to play |
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Don't ask me to help cause all aid is lost |
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Don't ask me to feel |
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These feelings been worn |
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Don't ask me for help |
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This heart has been torn |
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Don't ask me to stretch any longer... |
