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All I ever wanted was your honesty |
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You're being lied to |
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The ones that claim your heart |
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Are constricting the life from your mind |
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You can't face it |
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So you maintain the blind |
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Sedated, sedated, sedated |
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Do you really want to give it all up? |
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For a sweet scent debasement |
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Do you really want to give it all up? |
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You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away |
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If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out |
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Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God? |
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Composure fit for a man: |
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If I never see her again? |
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(If I never see her again?) |
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I will sleep all alone |
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Until she comes home |
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Or let go |
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Let go |
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I see the passion slowly leaving from your eyes |
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I'm trying to save you |
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I tried to save you |
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But there was nothing to hold onto |
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You were sinking |
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I had to leave it |
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The void was screaming for your blood |
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Give me some perspective |
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I'm made of flesh and bone |
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I am not your god |
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Don't be so pretentious |
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You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away |
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If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out |
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Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God? |
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Composure fit for a man: |
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If I never see her again? |
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(If I never see her again?) |
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I will sleep all alone |
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Until she comes home |
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Or let go |
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I know, I know we all fear the hounds |
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But what's life worth when it's lived underground? |
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We can save some be we cannot save them all |
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Sacrifices must be made |
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There's no peace without exchange |
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Legs buckle under burdened backs |
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But what of free hearts and minds? |
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Staked, placed inside my hand: |
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Contrived |
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(Trenton Woodley): |
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These snakes I see seething |
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Bring promise redeemed for your soul: |
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Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes |
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Steady your breathing, remember your role |
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My whole world, I don't want to have to end you |
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Stay the course at hand |
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You promised we'd be to the end |
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I can't let you take this chance |
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All I ever wanted was your honesty |
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Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God? |
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Composure fit for a man: |
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If I neversee her again? |
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(If I never see her again?) |
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I will sleep all alone |
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Until she comes home |
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Or let go |
