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One foot, then the other |
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Such embarrassment |
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It wasn't meant that |
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I, I should discover |
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Such offensive things |
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The suffering since (Hoped to the ground?) |
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But I really never had enough |
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They've got pride in him |
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This tide turns lives over |
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A back-town prophecy |
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Adorned in stony skin |
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We never ever [never ever] |
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Ever had to like to move ahead |
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But here in oblivion |
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We cling to what we can |
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So in the end [in the end] |
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We can say that with these hands |
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We took it all back |
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It all back |
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So let us force a smile |
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And pretend that we're alive |
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Oh, but somewhere |
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None of this happened |
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The bullets removed themselves |
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Life is beautiful |
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I have a home above the lake where |
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I could Forget the words to the songs that we've heard |
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The passages read all the names in a world |
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That have brought us this pain |
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From the wounds we've sustained |
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A cold calloused heart |
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Sitting still in this cave of a chest |
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So abandon a life from before |
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A boy and his innocence... |