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In the heat of, of this moment, maybe I'm not made of something, |
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Strong enough to, withstand what you do, do to my guard, to tear it down. |
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You tear it down, concrete and water escaping. |
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Lots of sadness, go away, gone. |
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From the force of something I can't see, I fell off and on again, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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You're the bricks and the mortar building me, up to where I long to be, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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Through the blood sweat, tears and kindness, we've arrived at this conclusion. |
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Would it be too, much to ask of you to open your mind, on this second time? |
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You tear it down, concrete and water escaping. |
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Lots of sadness, go away, gone. |
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From the force of something I can't see, I fell off and on again, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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You're the bricks and the mortar building me, up to where I long to be, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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How do I know, if it's all meant to be? |
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I'm stuck with what's right and what's wrong with me. |
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Both of seem to agree to disagree, |
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Maybe I'm wrong but I can't seem to see, this time... |
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From the force of something I can't see, I fell off and on again, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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From the force of something I can't see, I fell off and on again, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
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You're the bricks and the mortar building me, up to where I long to be, |
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This time I'll hold on. |
