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Place these fingers over the holes in your flesh |
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But you'll never find the pieces that you lack |
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Searching nameless city streets and abandoned hearts |
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For your salvation |
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Nothing will save you here |
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Borrowed time, forgotten miles, faceless tragedy |
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This lost city's demise |
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We'll be the ones to break this mold |
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You've spent way too long to get this wrong |
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Your perception and your walls between everything |
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Catch your breath, you'll make amends |
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You'll be free at last |
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This point of despair |
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Revealing force with no acceptance of the present situation |
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This place of desire |
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Deserted, with no one but yourself to blame |
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We'll be the ones to break this mold |
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You've spent way too long to get this wrong |
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Your perception and your walls between everything |
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Catch your breath, you'll make amends |
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You'll be free at last |
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You're making promises you can't keep |
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Turning your back |
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Too weak to stand up or face the road of the righteous |
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Your wrists unbound, it's in your hands... now |
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We'll be the ones to break this mold |
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You've spent way too long to get this wrong |
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Your perception and your walls between everything |
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Catch your breath, you'll make amends |
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You'll be free at last |
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Your chance for reinvention |
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Your chance for reconnection |
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Your chance for this redemption |
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You'll be free at last |
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Wrists unbound, it's in your hands... now |
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Your wrists unbound, it's in your hands |
