| I’ll take my time and move on from all of this
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| It’s all about the rolling waves
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| You leave me cold
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| I’m wandering and positive
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| So what if I don’t want to wait
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| They’re not tying me off right now
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| And though it doesn’t make sense
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| I lost all feeling inside my mouth
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| And I can’t handle my hands
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| You cover the ground
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| To everyone else it seems like nothing is sound
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| But tell you just how far you’ll run
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| So, keep on looking up
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| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell
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| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself
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| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way
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| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to
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| And I don’t want to hear it
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| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought
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| And maybe it’s enough to move us on
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| From where we started off
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| You cough up blood, but stand up to anyone
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| But never do it out of rage
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| Just build your home and surround it with everyone
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| Who always seem to feel your pain
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| If I’m finally at my doubts
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| I take a look at my friends
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| Don’t make a ceiling inside your clouds
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| Just let them grow with your plans
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| And that’s the way it ought to stay
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| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell
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| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself
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| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way
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| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to
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| And I don’t want to hear it
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| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought
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| And maybe it’s enough to move us on
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| From where we started off
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| I see the side of things that won’t show up
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| I’m not involved in that
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| I see that art is making something loud
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| When it’s silent out I yell
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| And this is in my head
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| I don’t need a writer to tell me how I breathe
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| This is the war to end all wars
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| 'Cause some say
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| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell
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| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself
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| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way
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| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to
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| And I don’t want to hear it
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| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought
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| And maybe it’s enough to move us on
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| From where we started off |