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So cold in the breaking hours |
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How we prayed for winter |
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So we could share our warmth |
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But the dawn comes on bitter |
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The voices still echo |
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From early morning phone calls |
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That never brought good news |
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Still holding this broken mirror |
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So old in this life long fever |
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A new face to be shamed hidden in every crack |
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Yes I know it's just shattered glass |
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But it feels like I may never find my way home |
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And I'll never get used to this part |
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The failure of my human heart |
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It gives everything away |
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That I just want to hold inside |
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To keep one thing in this life |
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Safe from prying eyes |
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All these lies all this time |
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How are we not collapsing |
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How do I hope for a life I know I don't deserve |
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I know |
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I know |
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All these lies all this time |
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How are we not collapsing |
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How do I hope for a life I know I don't deserve |
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So cold int he breaking hours |
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How we prayed for winter |
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So we could share each other's warmth |
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But the dawn comes on bitter when no one is calling |
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The perfect reflection, the reason I'm falling |
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I shatter to fragments |
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They pierce through the new skin |
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Crawl back in the mirror |
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And no one will look in |
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How do I hope for a life |
