| You wanna make me older
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| But I can’t grow again
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| If you won’t let me meet you
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| I’ve got no hand to lend
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| You gotta help me help myself
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| You send me up to heaven
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| And that’s where I saw God
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| I want that old eternal
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| I want to show you off
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| You gotta help me help myself
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| There’s a map inside of the world I know
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| When you leave me at home alone and I’m trapped
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| And I feel it on the way down
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| You make it look easy to be strong
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| You lift my crutch and drive me home
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
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| A fiction in my mind made to burn
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| I get on well with old friends
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| With no time for the new
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| I’m focusing to tune out
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| I want to erase you
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| You gotta help me help myself
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| How will the music play for
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| The crooked lines and hooks?
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| I want to learn your letters
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| And rewrite all the books
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| You gotta help me help myself
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| When you tell me that you don’t care
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| I want to make sure you’re aware that I do
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| And I feel it on the way down
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| I’ll push your plates and make your change
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| Masking the facts, it’s all the same and it’s bad
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| And I feel it on the way down
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| You make it look easy to be strong
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| You lift my crutch and drive me home
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
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| A fiction in my mind made to burn
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| It’s with nothing gained I spoil the joys in my life
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| We are rushed to a stark memory
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| And a pile of ashes rake the rust of the earth
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| Ripping leaves off of my family tree
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| I reach in the deepest drain, I fall in the race
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| Making murder and stalking the swarm
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| I’ve prayed for recovery and took the time to say
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| «You've been warned»
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| You make it look easy to be strong
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| You lift my crutch and drive me home
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
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| A fiction in my mind made to burn
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| On the rails of the night
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| But you shouldn’t let me drive
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| Help me help my
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| Help me help my
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| Help me help my
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| Help me help myself |