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63 lines
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A sinking ship, an awkward kiss
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A chance to set things straight
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The kind of hurt that burns and burns
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Like fires we can't contain
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We hole up in a shelter made of bones and ice and there we'll wait
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So start again with steady hands
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This time nothing gets in our way
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But as we peer a little closer what do we see?
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A crack in the surface
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A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand)
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A cadence imperfect
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Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against)
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A promise kept
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The dirt unswept
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A poorly worn disguise
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A child unloved that then grows up
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To love what we despise
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We're broken but still breathing
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We are wounded but we are healing
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We pick up right where we left off
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Breathe on the ashes that remain
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So that these coals may become fire
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To guide our way
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A crack in the surface
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A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand)
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A cadence imperfect
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Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against)
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I walk on wounds
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That seldom prove to slow me down
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I laugh this constant pain away
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So you can't tell
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But there it lies under the smiles
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It drains me mile after mile
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But seldom proves to slow me down
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Here I go...
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Here I go...
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Here I go...
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Should we just hold on
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To what remains of
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What we thought was lost
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But it's just a crack in the surface
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A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand)
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A cadence imperfect
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Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against)
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A crack in the surface...
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A crack in the surface...
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_______________________
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Name Hairline Fracture
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Artist Rise Against
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Album Appeal To Reason
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