It¡¯s gotten cold in here, but asylum mournth draws near
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And with a gentle touch of these burdens and such fears all wiped clear.
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Who says you are to stay? How¡¯s this the easier way?
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It¡¯s far from giving up, cowards never say ¡°enough is enough¡±.
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And then I¡¯m lifted up, out of the cribs and all
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The bad begins to drain and from the floor he prays away all my pain.
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Who says that you insist? We can¡¯t see eye comes of this, but.
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Well, I believe in you, do you believe in me, too?
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Came here all.
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All the things you can¡¯t control
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Should never destroy your unwritten thoughts.
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I found a place , I found a place, I found a place where we belong.
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Never the other down, be easy either way is fly
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Never did I have you think I got all the things I¡¯ve got.
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¡®cause I am keeping real when you know this better knew your part.
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All I¡¯ve ever wanted was to be able to make you proud.
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Where We Belong
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| Passion Pit |
