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Heaven pinned a medal on your chest for bravery |
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In the face of the fight. |
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As you bathe another wound from the battle you lose, |
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Your faith takes a nosedive. |
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There's so much that we don't talk about. |
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If only I could hear those words that avoid your mouth, |
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I could speak up for you. |
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Now I watch as you tread away, |
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Your head's afloat for another day. |
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Do you ever feel you're running blind? |
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Heading into nowhere and sailing without wind |
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As the doubts remain. |
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'Cause you're sick and tired of worrying about tomorrow, |
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Today's not even started and it's a blink of a day you glimpse. |
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If you were given the key |
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Would you leave me a note at first light |
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As you go head-first into paradise? |
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Stringing up your shoes with the bad luck blues, |
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Your feet don't know which way to turn. |
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Untouched by wind or sun, you're exposing |
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A core that's starting to burn. |
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There's so much that I never see. |
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If only I could borrow your eyes and take a peek, |
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I could keep watch for you. |
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Now I watch as you grip the reins, |
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And take control of a blinded horse led astray. |
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Do you ever feel your heart's been denied |
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Of happy-ever endings amidst a fading light? |
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I think it's time for change |
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'Cause I want you to wake not worrying about tomorrow. |
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I know I want to be just like you, except without the losing streak. |
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So when you're given the key |
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Will you leave me a note at first light |
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As you go head first into paradise? |
