| I went ahead and burned the bridges down
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| They lit my way as everything crashed into the ground
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| Settling the dust and scraping back my shaped
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| The weight I carry, flames slowly fade away
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| And I hear the noise
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| Of a thousand voices
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| Screaming from their lungs
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| To get back up
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| And I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive
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| From the inside out I felt I’d died
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| And I didn’t know that I was sinking
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| Another line in this waking advice
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| Where my senses were telling me true lies
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| And I wanted to bleed dry
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| Bleed dry
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| No sound, just waves
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| The kind that takes the rain away
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| Free fall into dust
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| Many things to say and those to let die
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| Ones to bury and ones to bring to life
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| And I hear the noise
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| Of a thousand voices
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| Screaming from their lungs
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| To get back up
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| And I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive
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| From the inside out I felt I’d died
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| And I didn’t know that I was sinking
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| Another line in this waking advice
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| Where my senses were telling me true lies
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| And I wanted to bleed dry
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| Bleed dry
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| See through static and I’ve struggled to let go
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| Thoughts undressed where I’m a mess, into oblivion
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| See through static and I’ve struggled to let go
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| Thoughts undressed where I’m a mess, into oblivion
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| Buried to stay, I lost my way
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| Into the dirt, alone I lay
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| Buried to stay, I lost my way
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| Into the dirt, alone I lay
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| And I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive
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| From the inside out I felt I’d died
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| And I didn’t know that I was sinking
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| Another line in this waking advice
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| Where my senses were telling me true lies
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| And I wanted to bleed dry
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| I’ll be lucky if I make it out alive
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| Make it our alive
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| And bleed dry
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| Bleed dry |