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Check your weapons at the door |
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You don't live here anymore |
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But a heart can not repent |
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If it doesn't know it's bent |
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It's like it's beating itself to death |
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There you are, still as stone |
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Stretching skin on the bone |
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Well they say i've lost my will |
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But i'm just standing still |
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In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time |
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I'm checking out the scenery |
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From as high as i can be |
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Come, let faith be your garden |
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Always changing, always still... |
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Still breathing |
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And there you are in my mind |
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Will from living underground |
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Divided and divided until |
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Noone can be found |
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Nothing left to break down |
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I'm checking out the scenery |
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From as high as i can be |
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Come, let faith be your garden |
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Always changing, always still... |
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Still breathing |
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I'm checking out the scenery |
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From as high as i can be |
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Come, let faith be your garden |
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Always changing, always still... |
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Still breathing |
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Come, let faith be your garden |
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Always changing, always still... |
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Still breathing |
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Check your weapons at the door |
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You don't live here anymore |
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Well they say i've lost my will |
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But i'm just standing still |
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In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time |
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Still breathing... |
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Still breathing... |
