| We’re born and we’re raised
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| To stand up tall and straight
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| Then torn and reshaped
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| At the people’s gains
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| Oh to be a real man
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| Hangs heavy in your hands
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| But you keep quiet, do the best you can
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| To prove it to yourself, then everyone else
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| When it seems like the only direction is down
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| New shelter from the shame
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| So you sit and drink away the pain
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| To reach you cannot place a name
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| So you shoulder all the blame again and again
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| Onto yourself, this hollow shell
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| This cold and wicked, cruel and wretched hell
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| That you found but don’t make a sound
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| Now it seems like the only direction is down
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| Hey you’re upon the edge
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| Where the bond breaks are beckoning
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| The wind whips around your head
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| But the silence is deafening
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| If you call out, if you call out
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| If you call out we’ll be here
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| And you can’t help, and you can’t help
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| And you can’t help the feeling when you’re
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| Watching yourself slowly disappear
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| And you can’t help the feeling
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| You’re watching yourself slowly disappear
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| Hey you’re upon the edge
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| Where the bond breaks are beckoning
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| The wind whips around your head
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| But the silence is deafening
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| If you call out, if you call out
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| If you call out we’ll be here
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| And you can’t help, and you can’t help
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| And you can’t help the feeling when you’re
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| Watching yourself slowly disappear
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| Watching yourself slowly disappear
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| And you can’t help the feeling
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| You’re watching yourself, watching yourself
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| Watching yourself slowly disappear |