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I find no comfort here for the taking. |
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In our search for solid ground, |
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I'm not asking for a miracle. |
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She waits in coma calling out my name (it wont mean a thing), |
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These steps I take (I take alone) |
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Won't make a difference. |
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I'm on top of all the wrong things. |
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Will an answer bring me back to life? |
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Back to these cold sheets and your love for sympathy, |
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We don't even talk anymore. |
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I count my blessings. |
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Your teeth like daggers cut right through |
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The wire you walk to prove what's real. |
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Yeah we're talking |
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Because we've got something to say. |
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No matter what happens, |
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The best is yet to come. |
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She waits in coma calling out my name (it wont mean a thing), |
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These steps I take (I take alone) |
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Won't make a difference. |
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I'm on top of all the wrong things. |
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Will an answer bring me back to life? |
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Back to these cold sheets and your love for sympathy, |
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We don't even talk anymore. |
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Leaving me empty, |
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Defining my existence, |
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I'm right where I belong? |
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The outcome will be the greatest reward, |
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Basking in your presence |
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We realize what's perfect can't be changed. |
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I'm on top of all the wrong things. |
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Will an answer bring me back to life? |
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Back to these cold sheets and your love for sympathy, |
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We don't even talk anymore. |