| Is it too late to take back what we say?
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| You tell me, don’t tell me that we’re all the same
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| How can you say that you don’t believe in anything?
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| When all the signs are sitting right in your face
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| How can I give you my trust when you’re just stuck in the past?
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| Building up walls place hope in a stronghold that will never last
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| Are you blind to the fact that you’re just being used?
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| Or could it be that you just crave the abuse?
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| Is it too late to take back what we say?
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| You tell me, don’t tell me that we’re all the same
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| How can you say that you don’t believe in anything?
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| When all the signs are sitting right in your face?
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| All of the words that I’ve ignored for so long
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| I’ve convinced my self that they were all wrong
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| Searching and hoping just to see
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| A glimmer of truth in your dishonesty
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| I think I’m losing myself to this illusion that I’ve created of you
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| Don’t try to tell me what this means
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| When you’ve turned your back on everything
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| Is it too late to take back what we say?
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| You tell me, don’t tell me that we’re all the same
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| How can you say that you don’t believe in anything?
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| When all the signs are sitting right in your face
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| You can’t play the victim while playing yourself
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| Victim or villain, you’ve made your own hell
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| Never thought your conscience would eat you alive
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| You can’t hide what you’ve been holding inside
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| How can you say that you don’t believe in anything?
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| How can you run from the ones who help who breathe?
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| I know this may be the fate that you’ve earned
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| But who am I to say what you deserve?
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| You set fire to another bridge with each day that passes
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| You’d watch this whole world burn to be king of the ashes
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| I’m reaching for something that does not exist in you
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| Running to the light but you’ll never find the truth
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| Is it all just a game or are you empty inside?
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| Is there any hope left or have your dreams all died? |