You know it sounds better in the long run,
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where your words and symbols stack up into the night
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Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol
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The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.)
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We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days
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Hold your frown . . .
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I know it sounds better, but there's only so many things I want
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So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun
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Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will kill summer nights to get through
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The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm
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All alone, where I, I roam . . .
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When you can't sing, you're on your own
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When you can't sing, on your own
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when you don't have a thing to believe in
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you will find, you have something to scream about
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Mass as Shadows
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