These days are dark and the nights are cold
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People acting like they lost their soul
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And everywhere I go I see another person like me
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Trying to make it all feel like home
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Mike:
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Standing on the bridge in the dark and I'm seeing my breath
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Trying to make it home without freezing to death
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And my grandfather's face is / stuck in my mind and how
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Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time
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I should've brought a jacket
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Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
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I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill / thinking
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Laying in that box people look so still
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At times like these you start thinking
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Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
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I'm not trying to bum anyone out
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Not trying to be dramatic / just thinking out loud
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I'm just trying to make some sense in my mind
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Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside and for a minute
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Escape with some rhythm and rhyme and
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Get away from the grey
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Just a bit at a time
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Ryu:
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Kinda funny how this world can treat you
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Like a freak in a sideshow / a carnival creature
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Climbing outta cans / I’m a diamond in the sand
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But you can’t tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones
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My life’s like trying to swallow a pinecone
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It’s tough when you live fast / just to die slow
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Talk to dial tones / my dreams are far-fetched
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It seems / so I sleep underneath this park bench
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I know it don’t make sense
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And I don’t expect for you to know what it’s like
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Smoke / drink / piss / sniffing everything in my sight
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Push rocks in a pipe
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Liftoff / I keep puffin ’til my lips turn white
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And my chest gets tight
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But who the fuck really cares / when you’re
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So far left that even death looks right
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All I can do is hope for the best and pray
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That it gets a little better than yesterday
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Tak:
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Pardon me / I think I’m next to url
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Too many problems going on / that’s why I left my girl
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Packed my bags and I traveled with a pen and my notepad
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Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I don’t have
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But still
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I try to find a way to escape
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From all the hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes
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But now I’m breaking the mold / see I was patient and calm
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Many sleep in the rain / but I’m awake in the storm
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Writing my life in a short film / The Rise and Fall
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How I managed to scorch hills / and climb the walls
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Pound pavement / aimless in this cold existence
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Even though thangs are changing / I’m going the distance
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Overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long
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And put it all behind me / ’cause life still goes on
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Now I’m much stronger and know where I stand
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While lost souls search over and over again
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Mike:
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These days are dark and the nights are cold
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People acting like they lost their soul
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And everybody's trying not to cry / trying to get by
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And trying not to feel out of control
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And if you look hard enough
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Sometimes you'll find a place that might just remind you of home
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But if it doesn't feel like home
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You can do what I do
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Just pretend you don't feel so alone
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Feel Like Home (Featuring. Styles Of Beyond)
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| Fort Minor |
