| I hate to repeat myself but all
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| I can do is ask the same old questions
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| Life changes so much in the blink of an eye
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| Sometimes you’ve got to catch up with it
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| Half a year spent in black
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| Are we riding the tails of a heart attack?
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| We come and go, we’re free to roam
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| I don’t think i’m ever coming back
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| So go ahead, retrace your steps yet again
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| Find a way to keep every heart beating loud
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| Roses mark a box that’s buried underground
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| You can’t trash determination
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| Breathe all the air back into your exhaustion
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| Brandish uneven teeth to smile
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| Just wear it out, yeah, wear it through
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| Then all these words coming spilling out to you
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| In this disillusion
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| If this year continues how it’s been
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| You’re likely to never see my face again
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| So just in case, farewell, my weathered friend
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| So go ahead, retrace your steps yet again
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| Find a way to keep every heart beating loud
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| Until then live it just for what it’s worth
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| And know one day it will come crashing down
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| I’m told that’s life somehow
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| What we’ve lost this time can not be found
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| We’re all in the corners, hiding our faces now
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| No more funerals, no more fire
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| And i’ll miss all of you until the day i die
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| No more funerals, no more fire
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| No more funerals, no more fire
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| Have you found your way out
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| Of being afraid of sleeping sound?
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| And getting stirred awake as the night gives up
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| Like the dust that’s settled to the ground
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| Where we walk on buried names 'til we all fall down?
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| Have you found your way out?
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| Have you found your way out
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| Of being afraid of sleeping sound?
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| And getting stirred awake as the night gives up
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| Like the dust that’s settled to the ground
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| Where we walk on buried names 'til we all fall down?
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| Have you found your way out? |