The air begins to feel a little thin
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As I start the car and then I begin
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To add the miles piled up behind me
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I barely feel a smile deep inside me
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And I begin to envy the headlights driving south
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I want to crack the door so I can just fall out
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But then I remember when you packed my car
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You reached in the back and bucked up your heart
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For me to drive away with
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I began to understand
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Why God died
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The demons sat there waiting on her porch
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It was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch
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And when my car was far out of sight
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He crept in her room and stayed there for the night
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And then I felt chills in my bones
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The breath I saw was not my own
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I knew my skin that wrapped my frame
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Wasn't made to play this game
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And then I saw Him, torch in hand
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He laid it out, what he had planned
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And then I said, I'll take the grave
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Please, just send them all my way
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I began to understand
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Why God died
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The air begins to feel a little thin
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As we're waiting for the morning to begin
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But for now you told me to hold this jar
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And when I looked inside, I saw
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It held your heart
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For me to walk away with
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I began to understand
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Why God died
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A Car, A Torch, A Death
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| Twenty One Pilots |
