When the dark flood came
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we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket
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citing different opinions
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on whether we should move
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when the houses came
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they ate up everyone like they were fishes
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saying, "come on, come on
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its the end of the world"
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and then I saw your face
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you're turning skin into a dirty secret
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I watched the beauties, watched the fire
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and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes
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when I took the blame
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we layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase
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we're yelling, "someone's got the answers,
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but I'd rather think there's nothing to be found"
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if you knew I was dying would it change you?
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So when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says I'm still alive,
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don't be cautious when I'm cautiously approaching on the other side
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everybody has their reasons, that's the reason we're all going to die
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because if seeing is believing,
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then believe that we have lost our eyes
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when I fly solo, I fly so high
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don't touch me now.
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We all deserve something
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I Can Barely Breathe
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| Manchester Orchestra |
