I get up and I walk away.
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I swear I won¡¯t get caught in this mold.
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I live in sacred days.
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What¡¯s the point if I¡¯m reconciling past postitions.
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I am so naive. I am so naive.
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Put the pressure on.
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I¡¯m only human but I¡¯ll do this if you will speak through me.
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Take me to that place.
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I was a boy there.
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I was so alive but now I am lost in life.
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So my friend you tell me over and over.
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And I said again.
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Why won¡¯t you open up?
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I want to be held again as the walls are falling down.
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Cause I forget what it was like before you were asleep there underground.
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Give me back my life I am so weary.
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I am barely breathing.
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When can we sail away.
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If you¡¯re the open skies then I am the ocean and horizons make the place we can meet again.
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Why won¡¯t you open up?
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I want to be held again as the walls are falling down.
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Cause I forget what it was like before you were asleep there underground.
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This Place Is Painted Red
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| Deas Vail |
