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It's ours. |
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Songs lose their meaning. |
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Where we live doesn't feel the same when we ask and get no answer, |
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so we question our right to peace. |
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And I'm sleeping in strange towns hundreds of miles from a familiar coast. |
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Landlocked and fed up. |
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These open spaces feel like sets of chains. |
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I know what it's like for hopelessness to feel the same. |
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Every miscommunication. |
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Every choice that we question. |
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Every tainted memory. |
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It's our, it's our validation. |
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I'll find joy in suffering. |
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My weaknesses have come to set me free. |
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Set me free. Peace comes to those who cannot reach it. |
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Rest comes to those who cannot see it. |
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It's ours. |
