I still remember that day in December
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When I turned my back and ran away,
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Flames of a passion replaced by an ember,
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Growing slowly dimmer everyday.
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And I still remember that foolish endeavor
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Holds in needless pain and suffering,
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Falling apart while avoiding surrender,
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I've been led astray.
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I'm running home,
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Back to your arms where I belong.
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I won't let go this time.
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Thoughts of redemption
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Decay at the mention
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Of the sinking sands that brought me here.
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How can forgiveness
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Contain this infection,
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Lying dormant in a state of fear.
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Why should the blameless be sold as the ransom
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For these people's self-inflicted tears?
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Walking alone
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Choosing death as the anthem,
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I've got one thing clear.
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I'm running home,
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Back to your arms where I belong.
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I won't let go this time.
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I don't care
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What they tell me, what they say I've done,
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I'm all yours now.
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I still could erase
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The mistakes that I've made,
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I could kill the remainder,
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I could wipeout the plague,
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But I don't see the sense,
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In a comatose state,
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Where the blind lead the blind
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And the rest share my fate.
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And if there's one shred of life left
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In this miserable heart,
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And I would rather remember it
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Than go back to the start.
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Because when all has been said,
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And the rest has been done,
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This pain, this pain, this pain,
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Will guide me home.
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I'm running home,
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Back to your arms where I belong.
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I won't let go.
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I don't care
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What they tell me, what they say I've done,
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I'm all yours now.
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Home
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| Fades Away |
