I've still got passion, and I've still got guts.
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But I no longer give a fuck about what you want.
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You say I'm a savior and a saint?
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Then let's stop pretending and pull out the war paint.
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Or do you refuse to open old wounds,
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In fear that you'll actually have to feel?
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We try so hard. We try to just pretend
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That things didn't change as the honeymoon set.
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This house, this ring, the secrets shared in bed
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Were built on the faith in the foundation.
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And I feel the bend...
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The fucking more I see who you've become
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The more I lose sight of the love
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That I once had in your brown eyes.
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I used to be afraid that this would end,
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Now I embrace it.
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We are ships passing through the night.
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We try so hard. We try to just pretend.
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That things didn't change as the honeymoon set.
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This house, this ring, the secrets shared in bed
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Were built on the faith in the foundation.
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And I feel the bend...
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I see bright lights flicker ahead.
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I see stars shining to their death.
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I see you.
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And I don't know what to do.
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Beautiful sunset. Passionate kiss.
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These things mean nothing when you cannot come to terms with
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The person who you are, and who you're meant to be
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Are separated by a sea of insecurities.
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I've been digging out from underneath
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An avalanche that has taken twenty years to see.
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Our reality is our own to create,
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And the sooner that you realize that
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The sooner that you can change.
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Or history will just hit repeat
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And you will pass your poison down onto your child's feet.
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And they will struggle, struggle to breathe,
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Cowering in shadows that you cast they cannot see.
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Beautiful sunset. Passionate kiss.
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These things mean nothing when you cannot come to terms with
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The person who you are, and who you're meant to be
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Are separated by a sea of insecurities.
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I've been digging out from underneath
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An avalanche that has taken twenty years to see.
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Our reality is our own to create,
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And the sooner that you realize that
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The sooner that you can change.
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I won't repeat. I won't repeat.
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I won't repeat the things that I can change.
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I won't repeat. I won't repeat.
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I won't repeat the things that I can change.
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War Paint
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Senses Fail |