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When did the walls grow this tall |
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And the darkness begin to fall |
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When did I lose the sense of control |
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How much can I overcome |
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And I'm lying here |
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I'm tired I'm worn |
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It comes from within |
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It's taking me over |
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It's making me weak |
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Brought my doubts to the surface |
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It's leaving me helpless with no air to breathe |
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I belong to the shallow |
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To the ones who praise retreat |
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I stumble and falter |
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Who's there to catch me when I stumble |
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Reduce the pain of my fall |
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Be my embrace of comfort |
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And the voice that ease it all |
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And I'm lying here |
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So tired so torn |
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Threat comes from within |
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It's taking me over |
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It's making me weak |
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Brought my doubts to the surface |
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It's leaving me helpless with no air to breathe |
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I belong to the shallow |
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To the ones who praise retreat |
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I stumble and falter |
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And it's taking me over |
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For as long as I remember |
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I fought this war alone |
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And the blood on my hands the weight of the cross |
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Are bricks in a wall |
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Built from vengeance |
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It's taking me over |
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It's making me weak |
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Brought my doubts to the surface |
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Tides rise from within |
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I belong to the shallow |
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To the ones who praise retreat |
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I stumble and falter |
