Standing over a fault line with a foot planted on either side,
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With the only world I ever knew balanced on one shoulder,
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And a heart I'm just getting used to beating on the other sleeve.
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I stood my ground in a place I knew I might never find peace,
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And as my foundation shakes, I'm left to wonder,
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Did I nurture this expanding divide?
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Golden bridges turn the color of flame,
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And suicide missions are redeemed when they become fatalities
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Of natural disasters. My steel core is melting.
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Oh, if you only knew about the doubts I allowed
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To grow up through the cracks, pushing their way out,
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Grasping at sunlight.
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I can't choose a side, but I can't stay here anymore.
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Standing on the edge, a voice begins to whisper.
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I've tried to ignore it, but I can't avoid such a groundbreaking
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Revelation. Standing on the edge of an abyss,
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I know where my real home is,
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And I'm leaving it behind.
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Jump down, and lose it all. I have a feeling I'll fall
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Anyway.
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Standing on the edge of an abyss, because I'm holding onto so much,
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I just might lose it all. I know where my real home is.
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And I'm leaving it behind.
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Bridge To Cross
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Light This City |