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I've been living out of sanity |
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I've been splitting hairs and blurring lines |
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I am a house that is divided |
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In my heart and in my mind |
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I use one hand to pull you closer |
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The other to push you away |
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If I had two hands doing the same thing |
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Lifted high, lifted high |
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I have a broken disposition |
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I'm a liar who thirsts for the truth |
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And while I ache for faith to hold me |
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I need to feel the scars and see the proof |
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I use one hand to pull you closer |
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The other to push you away |
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If I had two hands doing the same thing |
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Lifted high, lifted high |
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If I had two hands doing the same thing |
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Lifted high, lifted high |
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And if we just keep digging we can reach the foundation |
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Of our souls |
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And if we just keep cutting all the chains from our hearts |
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We'll lose control |
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And it feels like giving in |
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It feels like starting over |
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It feels like waking up, and you know it's coming |
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It feels like a brand new day |
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Open your eyes |
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If I had two hands doing the same thing |
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Lifted high, lifted high |
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If I had two hands doing the same thing |
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Lifted high, lifted high |
