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Look at what we've become, |
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we were never afraid to run, |
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from everything we loved to hate, |
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and it's still the same, |
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Don't stop 'cause there's a way out, |
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Don't cry it's not to far down, |
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just take my hand and walk the path with me, |
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You're more than I could ever be, |
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there's so much left that you don't see, |
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And I would give anything to see you shine, |
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just like you used to, |
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Don't ever hide behind the stones you bare, |
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'cause they're no better than you, |
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or damaged or beautiful, |
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and I know I don't practice what I preach, |
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but I am just a victim of lost hope and catastrophe |