Falling head over heals for burden and bright light
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A high cost of playing god i guess
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Please, tell me how to survive in this
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The unforgiving role of seeing too much
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under the dead wake of morning
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Im finding solace in a diseased heart
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and im finding love in acts of desperation
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You're no angel my friend, your no angel
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And here we are teetering on the edge of tired departure
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and there you are with a blessing from below
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With one drop for every callous ending
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and one drop for every un-granted wish
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Spare me the day when i discover a new found low
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The High Cost of Playing God
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Converge |