Maybe we, why don't we
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Sit right here for half an hour
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We'll speak of what a waste I am
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And how we missed your beat again.
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I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
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To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
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And I'm short on time
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How come you try
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that brings us home
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to fit the shape of
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and I pray for
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What they tell you
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You to move on, move on
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but mostly what they show you
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At this rate we can't keep up
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I'm taking back all the things I've said
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I'm taking back all the things I've said
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But I sure can't just sit still
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Keep me filled in and i swear I'll come
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We walk alone
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We walk alone
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We walk alone
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We walk alone
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We walk alone
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We walk alone
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Back home
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Alone, Back home
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You're almost gone and I'm okay
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I still see your shadow
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To give you time to be afraid
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But never your face again
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I remember your presence
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I hope to God you come down
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I hope to God you feel this now
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I hope to God you come down
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I hope to...God
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I know there must be some way out of here
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And all of them will be waiting there.
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Writing On The Walls
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| Underoath |
