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My home I run to |
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Where all my dreams were born |
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Is this the final moment of which you're tethered to? |
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Broken dreams out of focus |
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Is this what's left of you? |
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In the camera eye you're drifting |
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Your will is severed through |
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It's not enough |
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You fade to memory |
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It's not enough |
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You crown the fool |
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My home I run to |
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Where all my dreams were born |
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I hope I find it |
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Before I lose my faith |
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Blood shot eyes and weary whispers become your trademark form |
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Conquered mind with no spark |
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Is this what's left of you? |
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The fool with scorn is crowned in worship |
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Fires once burned bright are dim |
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It's not enough |
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You fade to memory |
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It's not enough |
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You crown the fool |
| [2x] |
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My home I run to |
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Where all my dreams were born |
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I hope I find it |
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Before I lose my faith |
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When the path is washed away |
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Into a crowd of weary souls |
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Hearts of stone, the truth untold |
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Fools crowned in worship |
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When the path is washed away |
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Into a crowd of weary souls |
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Hearts of stone, the truth untold |
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Fools crowned in worship and scorn |
| [2x] |
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My home I run to |
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Where all my dreams were born |
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I hope I find it |
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Before I lose my faith |
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All my dreams were born |
