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We look past the obvious |
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We blind ourselves to the truth |
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No escape, resistance is futile |
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The old roads lead back home |
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A place where I belong |
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I lay my head where I lay my head |
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(Affection, redemption) |
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A clenched fist screaming |
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There's pain and then there's living |
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Both makes sense to those who're willing |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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We carry on, we carry |
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(Sacrifice, every single day) |
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To make amends for the debt we pay |
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(This way) |
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An instrument of constant struggle |
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There's nothing left to regret |
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(A promise is a promise kept) |
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Whether history will forget |
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(To open up with friendly arms) |
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This wrench screaming |
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There's pain and then there's living |
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Both makes sense to those who're willing |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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We carry on, we carry on |
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We carry on, we carry |
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We struggle every single day |
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Never giving up or giving in |
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No single sense of self-respect |
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We turn around and walk away |
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No sense of community |
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We fear each and everyday |
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Behind closed doors and closed minds |
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We shelter away from our lives |
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There's pain and then there's living |
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Both makes sense to those who're willing |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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We carry on, we carry on |
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We carry on, we carry on |
