| So once again, come follow me
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| To my grave, a distant family
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| Shout our bruises, and shattered words
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| Is your saving grace, saving grace in vain?
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| I’m safe from the wreckage, my memory bestowed
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| This place just feels too far from home
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| And I’m safe from the wreckage, my mind was saved
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| It’s too hard to see below
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| Whispers and ashes, behold
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| Whispers and ashes, hold on!
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| Well it’s my mistakes, that comfort me
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| Mysteries lead the blind, guessing to explain
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| While I’m, safe from the wreckage, my memory’s torn
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| On what is worth fighting for
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| Then I’m safe from the wreckage, I don’t feel safe anymore
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| Just floating above the earth, alone
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| Whispers and ashes, behold
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| Whispers and ashes
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| Cry over your pretty lies, make them see
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| A certain heat
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| Can you see through me as dust just settles on
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| Whispers and ashes
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| I reach for the ceiling, to the sky above
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| How am I still living
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| Safe from the wreckage, I remember everything
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| All the freedom to follow
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| Stay faithful to me
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| Keep your words kind, I will never forget
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| I’ll be just fine, oh, oh, oh
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| I’ll be just fine, oh, oh, oh
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| I’ll be just fine, oh, oh, oh
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| I’ll be just fine, oh, oh, oh, whoa |