In spite of my cheerful demeanor
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I'm afraid to set foot in the world
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We watch the same dead clocks
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These small hands need to meet the larger again
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And I chose a road, the one I didn't know
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Now it has brought me here
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The stories I've have gathered in travels,
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I wouldn't trade for the years back
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There's a war inside,
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I need something to get me through this
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Without you, am I ever myself?
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The only thing holding us back is us
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(?)
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And ghosts from the last time
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Are all the same
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We can live again [x3]
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All we can do is try and try and try and try to change
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For ourselves
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The night has been my covering
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And the day is my disguise
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But I can't seem to stay far enough away
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From self created lies
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For those of you who question your purpose
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Look inside the eyes staring back at you
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Past your devil
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They long for purpose too
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And maybe that's yours, I know cause it's mine
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You are the second-hand air that I breathe
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And these songs were made for you to sing before me
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And they are more than just sound
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And you are more than just an audience
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This is the family that I've found
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The night has been my covering
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And the day is my disguise
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But I can't seem to stay far enough away,
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From self created lies
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I chose a road, and now I know
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Nothing will ever come easy
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I chose this road
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Staying asleep is worse than falling awake
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I chose this road
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Standing asleep is worse than falling awake
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Falling Awake
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The Color Morale |