| Where there is comfort there is pain
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| It’s the greatest challenge that we face
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| If you’re broken, you can be fixed
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| By searching for the life you know exists
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| Father remind me that I need to be free
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| Mother, I’m blinded by everything I have seen
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| By everything I’ve seen
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| You can wait for your ashes to scatter
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| Or believe in the loved ones that matter
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| It’s easy to forget what you learnt
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| When you fight for the thrill to return
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| The prince of darkness cradled me to sleep
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| He wrapped his arms around me
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| As I breathed in his misery
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| I was comatose when he told the story
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| He said ‘son, this evil is yours to keep'
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| He said ‘son, this evil is yours to keep'
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| But I won’t answer to his call this time
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| This is where I draw the line
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| I bear a newborn mind
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| I bear a newborn mind
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| I won’t answer to his call this time
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| He can’t stop the fire inside
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| I bear a newborn mind
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| I bear a newborn mind
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| You can wait for your ashes to scatter
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| Or believe in the loved ones that matter
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| It’s easy to forget what you learnt
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| When you fight for the thrill to return
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| The prince of darkness cradled me to sleep
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| He wrapped his arms around me
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| As I breathed in his misery
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| I was comatose when he told the story
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| He said ‘son, this evil is yours to keep'
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| He said ‘son, this evil is yours to keep'
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| Where there is comfort there is pain
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| It’s the greatest challenge that we face
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| If you’re broken, you can be fixed
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| By searching for the life you know exists
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| We are but a lonely speck of dust, with imagined self importance
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| Suspended in an enveloping cosmic dark
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| We must realise our insignificance and release religion and ignorance
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| To defeat our delusional existence
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| It’s in your hands to light the flame
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| Don’t be afraid to change
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| It will be then we let go
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| Of our souls that were made of stone
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| We can’t go on with our fate foretold
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| The only home we’ve ever known
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| Depends on us to paint it gold |