We burn, we start over
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Ashes to this soil that we fertilise
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We grow up to form grace
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from rehearsals from a play
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With this match
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I'll set myself on fire the same way
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every day's routine, LIke a drug to me
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Can I possibly turn around now?
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This is the fallacy I've been raised on
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If I pray to god will I right my wrongs?
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Cuz it seems I'm left here
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with these empty palms
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Nevertheless I die the same way
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I can't pretend like it was ever
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good enough for me
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These flames bring pain
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They don't get easier to bare
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or take with each day
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I only gain more suffering
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and devastated dreams
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there are no angles here to save me
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If I believe in your will you grow wings
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and help me fly away?
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Your eyes, why can't I look away?
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I put my faith in your eyes
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And the faith dies
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Start Over
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| The Program |
