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Eight years ago i committed a sin |
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And there were many more that followed with |
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Some that changed my mind |
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Some that broke me down |
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But all of them made me who i am now |
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All of them made me who i am now |
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All of them made me who i am now |
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I lived in the bliss of ignorance |
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And slowly sank into self-doubt |
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I had to answer my own questions |
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As i attempted to crawrl out |
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After these years on the road |
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Was this really my home? |
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Why do i feel so alone? |
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In my chest there's a hole |
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Why do i feel so alone? |
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Why do i feel so alone? |
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In my chest there's a hole |
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I've tried to keep it full |
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But there's a break in the hull |
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Depression floods |
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Like frozen water's cold |
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Is this life drowning me? |
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I am a ship lost out at sea |
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Eight years ago |
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I admitted a dream |
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To chase it |
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I had to give up everything |
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But the things i've learned |
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And the things i've found |
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All of them made me who i am now |
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All of them made me who i am now |
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After years on the road |
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It was never my home |
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Never my home |
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After years on the road |
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It was never my home |
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Never my home |
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My home is in the words you sing |
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Every letter of the notes you bring |
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Every story you tell of feeling alive |
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When you hear these words |
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And you change your life |
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You change your mind, the way you think |
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These words last forever on your skin, in ink |
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My home is in your heart |
