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I |
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I could be anything |
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But for the fault that I've acquired on my way |
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We |
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We were the end of it |
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But now we see the sun shining in our face |
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We see the sun shining in our face |
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So come on, come on we can be saved |
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The lives we live, the wars we wage |
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When everyone just tells us how to feel |
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We're sleeping at the wheel |
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And I |
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I would give anything |
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But for the grace of God I'm here and still aware |
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We know the end is overrated |
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We've become the walls we raise |
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We don't believe enough but we still cared |
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Standing on the edge without a prayer |
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So come on, come on it's all we got |
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Our hands are full, our lives are not |
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The loose affiliation with the real |
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We're sleeping at the wheel |
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All of the time we've lost |
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All of the love we gave |
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And now these hands are tied |
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I can't help thinking |
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That I was in a daze I was losing my place |
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I was screaming out at everything |
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Waiting for the walls to come down |
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Before my moments starts to fade |
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But everything that's perfect falls away |
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So come on, come on we can be saved |
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The lives we live, the wars we wage |
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When everyone just tells us how to feel |
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We're sleeping at the wheel |
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We're sleeping at the wheel |
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Just sleeping at the wheel |