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[Verse 1:] |
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Some have to see to believe it, |
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Others are blind yet, |
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Can feel it. |
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The flame burns thick, |
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As a wick. |
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Dwelling darkness inside, |
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Of the withering minds. |
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[Pre-Chorus:] |
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Is this the part, |
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Were we start our lives. |
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[Chorus:] |
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What a sight for the sore eyes? |
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It's getting colder in here, |
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It's sobering. |
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To see them, |
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Shuffle to the back of the line. |
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While they suffer in fear, |
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The mark that was made it so clear. |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Quivering thoughts now surround you, |
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Engulfed by the tides that we undo. |
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The ties that hold shadows at bay, |
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Are bound and undone. |
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All but the one. |
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[Pre-Chorus:] |
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Here comes the part, |
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Were we start our lives. |
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[Chorus:] |
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What a sight for the sore eyes? |
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It's colder in here, |
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It's sobering. |
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To see them, |
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Shuffle to the back of the line. |
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While they suffer in fear, |
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The mark that was made it so clear. |
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(On the edge I stand, |
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Preparing to go but, |
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I feel Ive already been here.) |
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[Chorus:] |
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What a sight for the sore eyes? |
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(For the sore eyes.) |
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It's colder in here, |
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It's sobering. |
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To see them, |
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Shuffle to the back of the line. |
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While they march in with fear, |
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The marks that were made, |
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Are so clear. |
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[Verse 3:] |
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So, |
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Why does nothing make us wanna try? |
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You're too close, |
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To look behind. |
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Just one touch, |
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You can change your mind. |
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(What a sight for the sore eyes?) |
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[Instrumental Ending] |
