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102 lines
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I ponder of something great
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My lungs will fill and then deflate
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They fill with fire
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Exhale desire
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I know it's dire
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My time today
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I have these thoughts
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So often I ought
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To replace that slot
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With what I once bought
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'Cause somebody stole
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My car radio
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And now I just sit in silence
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Sometimes quiet is violent
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I find it hard to hide it
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My pride is no longer inside
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It's on my sleeve
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My skin will scream
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Reminding me
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Of who I killed
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Inside my dream
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I hate this car
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That I'm driving
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There's no hiding for me
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I'm forced to deal with what I feel
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There is no distraction to mask what is real
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I could pull the steering wheel
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I have these thoughts
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So often I ought
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To replace that slot
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With what I once bought
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'Cause somebody stole
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My car radio
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And now I just sit in silence
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I ponder of something terrifying
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'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
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I find over the course of our human existence
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One thing consists of consistence
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And it's that we're all battling fear
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Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
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Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
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I liked it better when my car had sound
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There are things we can do
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But from the things that work, there are only two
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And from the two that we choose to do
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Peace we'll win, and fear we'll lose
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And there's faith and there's sleep
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We need to pick one please because
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Faith is to be awake
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And to be awake is for us to think
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And for us to think is to be alive
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And I will try with every rhyme
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To come across like I am dying
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To let you know you need to try to think
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I have these thoughts
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So often I ought
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To replace that slot
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With what I once bought
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'Cause somebody stole
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My car radio
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit...;
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit in silence
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And now I just sit...;
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I ponder of something great
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My lungs will fill and then deflate
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They fill with fire
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Exhale desire
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I know it's dire
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My time today
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I have these thoughts
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So often I ought
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To replace that slot
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With what I once bought
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'Cause somebody stole
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My car radio
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And now I just sit in silence
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Name Car Radio
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Artist Twenty One Pilots
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Album Vessel
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