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[Verse 1] |
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If I shouted to the angels |
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Would they even know my name? |
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I'm not alright, on some nights |
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Fighting the weight of possibilities |
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Of futures unseen |
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[Pre-Chorus - x2] |
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You say come what may |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm getting nervous and anxious |
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Always starved for patience |
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Pathetic patterns form places of complacence |
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You say come what may |
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We don't care, we don't care what may come |
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We come clean so we can come undone |
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[Verse 3] |
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Mistakes as religion, we're not alright |
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Then excused by tradition |
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We're not alright on some nights |
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Fighting the weight of possibilities |
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Of futures unseen |
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[Outro] |
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Run, run into me |
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Run out of words to explain |
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Run like wild horses through the rain |
