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Feels like my head is waking up, |
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Released from the bonds that locked me out, |
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I didn't realize that compromise would leave me in a rut. |
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It doesn't matter who's to blame, |
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When all of the victims lose their names, |
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And all of our past mistakes, |
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Are tattooed on the lives we claim. |
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Every time we face rejection enters in the same equation, |
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Add it up to find the sum of some unwanted wealth. |
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Brace yourself. |
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I'm breaking out. |
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Too many years have come, |
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And passed me by to keep the window shut. |
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So Brace yourself. |
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I'm breaking out. |
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All of the days that couldn't keep me down, |
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Are crumbling to the ground, now.. |
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Maybe its already too late, |
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To tell if its luck or if its fate, |
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Guiding the vehicle, |
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That couldn't keep our bodies heading straight. |
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Where are the answers that we need? |
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Why has it been so hard to see, |
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That we had to lose ourselves, |
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To find our whole lives waiting there? |
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Add it up to find the sum of some unwanted wealth. |
|
Brace yourself. |
|
I'm breaking out. |
|
Too many years have come, |
|
And passed me by to keep the window shut. |
|
So Brace yourself. |
|
I'm breaking out. |
|
All of the days that couldn't keep me down, |
|
Are crumbling to the ground. |
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So now we're writing, |
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The prologue to our story, |
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Filling sections, |
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Left from when we second guessed, |
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The chances that could get us here, |
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Take a fall and lose it all, |
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So we can see the atmosphere. |
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Brace yourself. |
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I'm breaking out. |
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Too many years have come, |
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And passed me by to keep the window shut. |
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Go fuck yourself. |
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I'm breaking out. |
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All of the days that couldn't keep me down, |
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Are crumbling to the ground. |
