| In spite of my cheerful demeanor
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| I’m afraid to set foot in the world
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| We watch the same dead clocks
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| These small hands need to meet the larger again
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| And I chose a road, the one I didn’t know
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| Now it has brought me here
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| The stories I’ve have gathered in travels
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| I wouldn’t trade for the years back
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| There’s a war inside
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| I need something to get me through this
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| Without you, am I ever myself?
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| The only thing holding us back is us
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| And ghosts from the last time
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| Are all the same
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| We can live again
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| All we can do is try and try and try and try to change
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| For ourselves
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| The night has been my covering
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| And the day is my disguise
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| But I can’t seem to stay far enough away
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| From self created lies
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| For those of you who question your purpose
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| Look inside the eyes staring back at you
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| Past your devil
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| They long for purpose too
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| And maybe that’s yours, I know cause it’s mine
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| You are the second-hand air that I breathe
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| And these songs were made for you to sing before me
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| And they are more than just sound
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| And you are more than just an audience
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| This is the family that I’ve found
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| The night has been my covering
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| And the day is my disguise
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| But I can’t seem to stay far enough away
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| From self created lies
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| I chose a road, and now I know
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| Nothing will ever come easy
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| I chose this road
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| Staying asleep is worse than falling awake
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| I chose this road
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| Standing asleep is worse than falling awake |