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Get me back to the days when I felt young |
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When love was beautiful |
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Not just a touch to con |
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Over these years I've deadened my nerves |
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Friction for validation |
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Take me back |
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You are the blessing |
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and I am the curse |
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I'm ready to run like a child |
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away from the hell I deserve |
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Waiting in this darkened room |
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You're still fresh on my lungs |
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Hoping for a sign to prove I'm over the edge |
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Cut me from what's burnt on my eyes |
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Cut me away |
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I still wear you branded on my skin |
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You are the blessing |
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and I am the curse |
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I'm ready to run like a child |
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away from the hell I deserve |
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You are the garden |
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and I am the drought |
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I'm emptied over the weeks away |
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Too fond of this bed to see it out |
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Are my roots too low? |
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Am I drying up too fast to follow? |
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Have my veins run dry? |
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Will I ever hear your voice again |
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or feel your healing hand? |
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(Even in the storm, I can hear you now) |
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Cut me away from the lies that this world has fed me |
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(You're still there, you call be back) |
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Give me a sign, I still wear her branded on my skin |
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(Even in the storm, I can hear you now) |
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Show me love for what you mean't it to be |
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(You're still there, you call me back) |
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Take me back |
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(Even in the storm, I can hear you now) |
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Lest I run headfirst into my lust |
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(You're still there, you call me back) |
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and further away from any future trust |
