I built this destruction with my own hands
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With my hands I will help pull it down.
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And like the worker bees, silenced by that swarm
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I'll make a new home
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String me up, just leave me here
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And I'll find my way back home I swear
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These are not the plans I made.
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This is not the life I wanted
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I don't care
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Pull it down
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With broken bones and vital organs
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Far from functional, I am ruined.
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So pull me down
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And I'll find my way back home I swear.
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What you can't pull from me, pull from yourself
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We know what we have to do.
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We're not going anywhere!
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With blood stained glasses
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Staring straight at me and just careless
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With that lidless gaze I am ruined
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I need to be saved.
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Pick me up
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And I'll find my way back home I swear
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What you can't pull from me, pull from yourself
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And There Will Be A Swarm Of Hornets
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| Norma Jean Band |
