This is the deepest cut I,
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Think I have ever felt,
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These are the things I think but I will never tell.
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I'm trying to walk these bridges,
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Burning beneath my feet,
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Well I am an echo I am heard but never seen.
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These are your hearts,
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Like bombs they're coming down,
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They're falling on me now.
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And this my last try,
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Got one thing left to prove,
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There's a bomber in me too.
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This is a mirror image,
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Of everything I'm not,
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Always reflecting what I've learned but was not taught.
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If I could make things different,
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If I could press restart,
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Then I would hold back every breath that went too far.
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These are your hearts,
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Like bombs they're coming down,
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They're falling on me now.
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And this my last try,
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Got one thing left to prove,
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There's a bomber in me too.
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Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark,
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Collecting names collecting all abandoned hearts.
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And if your one that I have missed along the way,
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Then I'm rehearsing all the things I'd like to say.
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This isn't easy for me,
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This isn't easy.
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These are your hearts,
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Like bombs they're coming down,
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They're falling on me now.
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And this my last try,
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Got one thing left to prove,
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There's a bomber in me too.
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These are your hearts,
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Like bombs they're coming down ,
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They're falling on me now.
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And this my last try,
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Got one thing left to prove,
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There's a bomber in me too
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Bombers
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| Yellowcard |
