| I would fight for you, I would cross all seas and borders
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| Steal the fright from you, like a mother for her daughter
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| All the crimes between what is done and left to be seen
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| A little blind spot in the rear of the conscience remaining in me
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| I would fight for you, bring it down and build it again
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| Release the hold from you, the connection that can never mend
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| In this secluded wing all ideas and theories are played
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| The reality closing in on me
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| I would take on the fight
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| As a sailor who cuts through the sea
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| Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
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| I would win the fight
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| Like a beast thrown to the ring
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| Tastes the blood right off of his lips
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| The umbilical cord wrapped around your neck
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| So tight you’re scared to inhale
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| Scissors in one hand, pillow in the other
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| What will you choose? |
| What will you choose?
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| Now you’ve made your bed and took a stance
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| But the guilt it burns as you lay your head to rest
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| I could have fought for you, I could have won for you
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| Take a second to think about that
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| In this secluded wing all ideas and theories are played
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| The reality closing in on me
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| I would take on the fight
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| As a sailor who cuts through the sea
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| Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
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| I would win the fight
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| Like a beast thrown to the ring
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| Tastes the blood right off of his lips
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| I would take on the fight
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| As a sailor who cuts through the sea
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| Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
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| I would win the fight
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| Like a beast thrown to the ring
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| Tastes the blood right off his lips
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| I would win the fight
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| Take hold of what is rightfully mine
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| Tastes the fruits of my victory
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| If only I was fighting for, fighting for
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| What is truly, rightfully mine |