Throw my hands up I'm backing out
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Throw down my guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right
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Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it out alive
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Standing on the sidelines spitting my 2 cents
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celebrating arrogance while hiding in a drowd of cynics
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passive passion proves my life is passing me by
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I'll never make it out alive
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This meaning is fleeting, just when we really need it
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A building and nothing more, these empty walls are bound to fall
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Throw my hands up, I've had enough
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I've been the first, I've seen the top of feeling down and out
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I gotta get away from myself, and I'll never make it out alive
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I'll be there if you feel like you're falling
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I know we're going all the way, I know we're searching for the answers
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And it's not enough when you're losing heart
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Instead of backing out just put in your part
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Searching for where we are going
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Armchair Sanctuary
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Last Tuesday |